I’m nervous and excited and anxious to just get on with it. Traveling is fun, and driving long distances by myself isn’t something I often get to do. It’ll be a hard weekend (driving 700 miles one direction to flip around and do the same drive back the next day), but who cares! I’ll rest when I return.
130 fiction words, 396 total words
Something I forgot to mention yesterday is that I got paid! I mean, not a ton, but I was quite excited. (Paid from my writing, to be clear.) So I’ll finally have some income to report at the end of the month. *squee*
There’s nothing else to say. I reported most of yesterday last night, then wrote those few words up there while watching a movie (should have focused on writing). Tonight, I drive.
Even though we just had a load of holidays, I would have enjoyed having Monday off as well. Alas, that is not to be, and I will be returning to my office in short order.
One would think my weekends could be more productive. And yet, yesterday’s words were hard to come by. 248 of them came from two blog post, and the other 501 of them were from fiction. I was happy to manage more than Friday, but geez.
I think it’s important for me to remember that just because this is another, new year, I have not yet fallen into my regular routine. Life has gotten in the way, as I assist family with a move and am able to take less time for myself. I will need to forgive myself a little, and work a little harder in the new spaces I have for work.
Like now. I have turned off the television and the kids are happy on their devices. If I go and write for 30 minutes, see what I can accomplish, I believe I will feel better about my production tomorrow.
So, if you will excuse me, I need to go prepare some amazing numbers (and move this book further down the line towards production) for tomorrow.
Something I have a problem with is realizing that even if I don’t write much, I still very likely was incredibly productive in other areas. While my focus is on words, however, things that can’t be measured that way sometimes feel insignificant.
But they aren’t.
Yesterday, I wrote 483 total words – 339 here, and 144 on 001, a story about cats and technology and maybe a little bit of magic.
Today, I signed what will hopefully turn out to be the last bit of paperwork for the car I purchased in the middle of last month. My husband signed his portion earlier in the day.
Today, I dropped paperwork off at the office that I should have remembered to take care of last week. Now, there won’t be any residual guilt tomorrow when I have off.
Today, I took footstools my parents will be selling back to their home, and brought back to my home a coffee table my grandfather made, a crib my father made, and a typewriter (manual, I believe) that is the same as the one my parent used in college. I now can proudly boast to have three typewriters in my house, none of which are currently in use.
Today I organized my receipts (a task generally designated for Sunday evenings) and watched the film Big Eyes in time I would not otherwise have been able to write.
I also took a nap.
Now I am taking care of one last thing that is important to me, which is my blog. As I have now completed that task, I will shortly begin to write. Something interesting is about to happen, although I don’t know what quite yet. I’m sure it will come to me.
Updates about today’s words tomorrow!