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.

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.

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.

(insert witty title here)

My yesterday wasn’t as productive as the day before, but it still was a good word day. I wrote X words (with X words total).

I keep a Bullet Journal. It was actually a suggestion by someone who stopped by during the A to Z Blog Challenge last year. They were all like, “You sound like the kind of person who would like this.” And I was all like, “What is that?” And then I was all like, “OMGIHAVETOHAVETHISINMYLIFE” and I bought journals and pens and got hooked on content by Kara at Boho Berry, and the rest is history.

(I don’t actually know the etymology or origin of that phrase, but I don’t think I’ve used it correctly.)

Anyway, could I track yesterday’s lack of progress to the fact that I forgot to track my time yesterday in my #bujo? I could make the connection, but I don’t think it’s a strong one. I also woke this morning at my goal hour, then fell back asleep for an hour nap, setting me back an hour in my morning. Could I connect that to yesterday’s failure? Again, not a strong connection.

But it was the first one I made. I’m being careful to keep it open this morning so I don’t forget. I’m actually not clear on how tracking my day helps me, but it was a suggestion in a seminar I took to find where I have time to write. It may be working without me realizing it, but it’s a task I enjoy, as I really like to see my routine on paper.

Apparently. Because I keep doing it.

Heh.

S is for Sleeping in

I really love sleep, but I need to stop it. I can (I believe) match writing productivity to when I wake in the morning (and when I started with my Bullet Journal). Those were short stories, but still, I nailed it. I don’t want to believe I burned out on that speed, but maybe I did. I won’t really know until I get my routine back.

Monday. Because this weekend I slept in both Saturday and today until nearly noon, and it was fabulous. But yeah, it needs to stop.

Yesterday I wrote 207 fiction words, and 366 words total. I also watched Unstoppable, a fantastic movie about a runaway train with Chris Pine and Denzel Washington and Rosario Dawson, which was not conducive to words.

Today there is still usual Sunday tasks on the schedule like trash, shopping, etc, but there are several hours to get that done. In the meantime, there’s some writing and reading that needs to happen. If you’ll excuse me.

HaM: Day 2

I wrote 204 fiction words yesterday only because reporting only 40 was just not something I could handle. (The daily total with blog words was 393.)

I let myself get distracted with Sky Factory 3 (which takes absolute ages to load on my computer, which makes me think that when I finally get some automation going it will be prohibitive to play). Then I watched the film I wanted to see (San Andreas), and the next thing I knew, it was 1 a.m.

Other than yesterday’s snow squall that ended with shining blue skies, it was an average kind of day. Sort of like today intends to be, really.

Thunderstorms in February

Not only did I strut around in a tee-shirt this morning and early afternoon for errands, with my car window down no less, but yesterday I was sweating.

It’s February! In Pennsylvania!

Odd, odd stuff.

Well, Friday I ended up writing too late to get many words, but I eeked out 122 anyway. 304 words total. The upside is, I got words! The downside is that my daily average was dragged back down to 492. I’ll need another 1,000 words today to get my average back up to 500.

I can do that. I really can. But will my bok steal my attention tonight or will the words win? Only time will tell!

Ctrl + Alt + Del

Yesterday was moving, and throwing stuff away, and getting people in to claim furniture and cabinets, and move more stuff, and I don’t even know, except it took nine hours to get done.

But it’s all over. At least the moving out part. Now there’s a new challenge of moving things in, and straightening up the new place, getting it ready and looking like nobody is there for an inspection on Wednesday, and after that, to hopefully get the place ready for people to work.

It’s going to be a tight fit, but I think we can do it.

At any rate, with the outside work that happened yesterday, I squeezed in 269 words yesterday morning and had a grand total of 599 between blogs and fiction. I hope to do the same this morning, and continue to do so until I beat this cold and have a little more energy in the evenings. I hope to see that by the end of the week.

Oh! And I should review last week here, too.

Weekly total words: 4,266
Weekly total fiction words: 2,331
Weekly total blog words: 1,935
Difference from last week: -24%
Weekly rank: 5 (of 7)

Overall, writing is slow simply because of time. When I have the time to write, I need to sleep to try to get over this cold, or simply because I’m too exhausted to write. The end result is during my usual writing time in the evenings, I’m sleeping. Hopefully it’s just a work sick (working too hard, too much time in and out of the warm and cold temps), and not an actual sick that will drag me down further.

Fevers are not allowed, you hear?

Snow Days

Three-quarters of my family are excused from their obligations today due to the quantity of snow that has fallen from the skies and accumulated on the ground (despite yesterday’s 60-degree temperatures and my desperate wishes otherwise). That’s lovely for them, but my current office job is in such transition that I certainly will be expected to make an appearance at some point. Despite the weather, there is oodles more to accomplish there.

Yesterday morning I wrote 417 words before we needed to rush out the door, and I had planned to write more. Exhaustion sent me to bed at 9 p.m., though, and kept me there for nine amazing hours. I’m rested now, and ready to shovel a path to the car (after wading through the snow to the garage to get said shovel).

I’m looking forward to the shoveling, actually. A little.