It’s going to be a hard act to follow, Tuesday.

Yesterday was rather amazing, in that all the tiny little irritants that I usually run across just kind of slid out of my way.

All day.

Making left turns across traffic? Traffic magically paused.

Normally excruciating stop-and-go traffic on the way home? Half of it was non-existent.

When faced with having to unlock a particularly tricky lockbox, someone with a key walked up to the door just before I got out of my car.

It was awesome, and I am truly grateful to have had such a wonderful Monday, a day I admit to normally looking at with some skepticism.

Writing was brief. I’m doing it to keep up my streak, but I know I won’t get a lot done as my time is equally occupied with spell and grammar checking. I’m racing to get done for April. I did a reality check this morning, and am shifting my publishing goals from April 1st to April 30th, or perhaps a week into May for the A to Z Challenge Review.

I wrote 260 fiction words (the prologue for April’s challenge) and had 696 words total (my blog post was quite large). It was (as previously mentioned) a very good day.

Off to enjoy another!

Oh, hello Sunday

Happy day of melting snow, I say!

Yesterday went quickly. I washed lots of clothes, wrote a few words (375 fiction, 580 total), took pictures of deer, and watched lots and lots of Minecraft on YouTube.

My daily fiction average is at 475. I’m going to move that up today.

Short and sweet post for now. There’s really not much else to say!

Satur-laundry-day

Yesterday was simply normal. I woke, I went to work, I came home, I wrenched the computer back from the hands of the avid gamer that lives in my house.

I wrote 517 fiction words (739 total).I narrowly avoided going to see a film, too. That’s sort of an interesting story, actually, although probably only to me.

I narrowly avoided going to see a film, too. That’s sort of an interesting story, actually, although probably only to me.

 

So I’ll spare you.

And that’s it. I’m currently laundering clothing, and I’ll try to make another 4-digit word count to brag about tomorrow. Otherwise, today threatens to be normal, too.

And another new day: Friday

Good morning! Happy Friday, Happy St. Patrick’s Day, and all that good stuff.

Yesterday was sleeping in and rushing out the door and work. Then I got home, shoveled snow with the elder youth so DH could park in front of the garage, and we watched Moana.

Naturally, I cried through the entire thing. Junior youth tried to make it a special thing to point out (“Ooh, Mom’s crying!”), but I always cry at even slightly sad movies. And animated musicals? Yeah, it was a sure thing. But I enjoyed it. So did the youths.

After everyone was in bed, I wrote 1,095 fiction words (yay, me!), with a total of 1,476 (blog post was long, too). I’m so very close, like two or three scenes/chapters from the end of this Space Cats from Space Earth. And I think I totally need a new title. I’ll probably sit and brainstorm something long and ridiculous because those kinds of titles resonate with me.

But that will be for After. For now, I need to finish it. (Finish it. Finish it. Finish it.)

There was a little accident

So it started like this: wake up, write a bit, managed 337 fiction words and a blog post, and went to work.

Came home, relaxed, and shooed the youth towards the shower. While the second was partaking in a ritual cleansing of the skin, I heard “a noise”. If you have ever owned animals or raised children, “a noise” is never usually a good thing. Sure, sometimes it’s just a cat and the scratching post, but it wasn’t this time.

I sent the elder youth to the other room. “Oh dear,” he said. He opened the door to the basement. “There’s a problem downstairs,” I say, still seated across the room.

Because water hitting the floor sounds the same in the shower as it does on the concrete floor in the basement.

DH and elder youth fixed it, junior youth was able to get a shower after the fix, and I decided that – completely unrelated to the catastrophe (that I’ve known about for several years) – I was going to pull up my big-girl socks and do the damn taxes.

Which took about four hours and sucked up the rest of the evening and any other writing impulses I may have harbored at that hour.

Once done, I celebrated with a late night caffeine bomb (Mtn Dew) and a bowl of spicy chips (before junior youth ate them all), staying up past midnight and barely getting my photo posted on time.

This morning I slept in until the very last second (300 seconds after the very last second, actually) and then hopped up, got ready, and bolted out the door.

I only got 556 words for the day, and I didn’t get my #BuJo done in the morning like I usually like to do, but it didn’t matter. Because I got my taxes done. A whole month early. A month earlier than I’ve done them in recent memory. (And not-so-recent memory.) Which makes me very proud.

W00t!

Back to “it”

Whatever your “it” is. My “it” is an office. New, under decorated, but nice. I’ll march back in today, be grateful for everything I’ve learned there, and surely double down on my determination to write my way out of there.

Yesterday I got 147 fiction words at the tail end of the day. It was just so relaxing to hang out with the family, get an early morning nap, watch movies with my gender-equivalent 1/8 in the house (we are now outnumbered for the first time ever), etc. I washed dishes and she vacuumed while the human males played in the snow, so we all worked toward the house a bit.

My total for the day was 440. Fiction average clocks in at 469. Down from yesterday by 4, and I have got to get that average up. It’s March, for goodness sake! And almost halfway through it. I can/will do better.

Snow Day!

Yes, all 8/8ths of the household have today off! Which includes me! Which means I get to do a very minimum of work today! (Hopefully none, but it doesn’t always work like that. C’est la vie.

Yesterday I wrote 548 fiction words. There was an intent to get more done, but I got into a discussion on religion, and then suddenly I was exhausted. Got to bed a little late.

The total words for the day ended at 735, and my daily average for fiction words is at 473.

The debate at the office yesterday was whether the storm that was predicted would come. A majority of us were fine if it didn’t, but if you are in my area, you know that it did. And I couldn’t tell earlier, but I can see now that it is clearly still coming down. I don’t think it will be quite as bad as last year’s storm, but it hasn’t stopped yet, so there’s still time.

Well, I need to get a few words in this morning before I lay back down for an early morning nap. I really <3 naps.

Before the storm

Yesterday was productive, with acquiring of bookcases (5-shelf, quantity: three), grocery shopping, money, watching Arrival, also watching 2012, and lots of positive thinking.

I wrote 217 words just under the wire before I went to bed, and made 417 words total. And, since it’s Monday, I also get to spam you with numbers about last week!

Weekly total words: 5,889
Weekly total fiction words: 4,058
Weekly total blog words: 1,831
Difference from last week: 45%
Weekly rank: 4 (of 11)
March fiction total: 5,690
February fiction total: 9,217
January fiction total: 18,615

I’m motivated seeing those monthly totals. January was a darn good month! I’ll make March that good, too. Today feels like a good day to write.

Today’s update is brought to you by…

…the Samsung Note 3! I’m posting from my phone because A) I can, B) I don’t have a computer with me, and C) why not? When we carry tiny computers in our pockets, we might as well make use of them. 

I may even write a bit later from it!

Yesterday I wrote (wait, I wrote it down somewhere…) 611 fiction words, a total of 813 words, and now average 482 fiction words per day.

Did I mention I can see the end of Space Cats from -Space-* Earth? Because I can. It’s very exciting.

*I’ll sort out how to strike that out later.

And now I’m neck deep in other things so I shall sign off. Loves!


Hello, and welcome from Oh, My

Lions and tigers, I say. Lions and tigers.

No bears. They’re on strike. There is a cow, though. I don’t see him at the moment, but I know he’s here.

Yesterday I wrote 434 words, down a bit from the day before. I got caught up a bit reading and was a little more tired than the day should merit. I had spent more than a little time sneezing and suffering a leaky nose in the morning, but an Advil Cold & Sinus seemed to stop that in it’s tracks. Thankfully.

My total words for the day clocked in at 706*, and my average pulp words are riding at 480. I really need another couple 1K+ days, and I think I can manage them, hopefully on Saturday and Sunday.

Wish me luck.