Shadow is a butt

2,038 fiction words, 2,473 total words

According to Junior Youth, the cat that doesn’t want to be cuddled and pet any longer is a butt. Makes sense. (To a point. Kitty needs a break.) Anyway, I asked for a title, and a title she delivered.

So yesterday was better than Sunday in terms of mood. I got more written, I felt more productive.

This morning, not so much.

Anyway, on to the numbers.

2,038 fiction words, 2,473 total words

I need to add a tab or field in my spreadsheet somewhere that tells me my highest word count day because if I’d realized I was so close, I would have pushed for a few more words. I did that a couple times previously when I realized I was close to 1,667, then 2,000. Another fifty words would have been easy.

Ah well.

DH did the dishes, I made beans (kind of), and quinoa (definitely), and I made supper for one kid and DH helped the other. So yeah, it was good.

Today probably won’t be as prolific, but hopefully will still be fun.

Lessons Learned

826 fiction words, 1,188 total words
  1. Writing in the morning immediately after my shower for 30 minutes is still working well. I shall continue.
  2. The cats don’t like the new blender. I will try not to feed them before playing with my toys so they still have an appetite when breakfast rolls around.

826 fiction words, 1,188 total words

Yesterday was good. Like I said, I wrote in the morning after my shower in time I would usually just screw around on the Internets, not really doing anything. It worked out, though I didn’t write for the full 30, losing a few minutes at the end to Distractions.

I had a really full supper last night, and oy – I’m never doing that again. I almost wasn’t hungry still this morning. It’s been a really long time since I ate quite that much.

Today will be a strange day as I head off to work early, leave work for an early, long lunch full of errands, so I can return to the office again in the afternoon. I kind of hate when I have to schedule things like that, but I forgot the paperwork I needed for today to get things done in the morning. It should actually work out for the better, in the end, I think.

We’ll see.

I have a WordPress.com blog at niicki.wordpress.com. I have used it and not used it over the years as I get distracted by Things and Stuff. I’ve kicked it up again to start talking about all the weird new things I’m doing to my body these days – healthy food, stuff like that. You’re welcome to go over if you like, and you’re welcome to ignore it, too. It’s mostly for me, I think. I’m not entirely sure yet.

Updates are never as easy as they seem

489 fiction words, 1,324 total words, 3.5 hours towards publishing

“Update me,” it said.

“It’ll only take 3-5 minutes,” it said.

Ten minutes later, it’s still optimizing apps. Y’know, phone, you knew how many apps I had when you started this endeavor. You could have estimated a little better IMHO.

But anyway, hello! It’s Tuesday, and I’m ready for it. More or less.

Yesterday’s goal was to finish the interior formatting of Space Cats, which I managed to accomplish. Victory! The element that was driving me nuts came out, the idea that snuck in at the last moment made it in, and now that I know how many pages I have, I can start working on the cover art. It’s all about the spine, you see. Pages influence the width of the spine, and if any of the cover art wraps around, that’s important.

I wrote 489 fiction words just shortly before bed and logged 1,324 total words for the day. The bulk of my evening, 3.5 hours, was spent working towards publishing (that formatting of the interior I was talking about.

Today’s goal is to think about starting the cover for Space Cats. I would actually like to get it started, but the odds of that happening are slim. I stand a much better chance of getting a bit of writing done at the writer’s group tonight, and so it’s just me and the writing computer (and the notebook for 004, and a pen).

My phone finally finished its work, and it is hot. The kind of warmth I usually only associate with the Exploding Kittens app. Strange. Time to remove the case and let it sit in front of the fan.

And power it off, come to think of it.

Gleep.