I’m running out of interesting titles, so now you get this

Good morning! It’s Friday, a day that is virtually the weekend!

I don’t know what else to say about that, actually. Since I’ve been in “moving mode” at the office, I’ve been wearing jeans and sneakers all week. That’s a treat usually reserved for Fridays, so since I’ve already had four days of that, today doesn’t seem that special.

Huh.

Writing yesterday was restricted to the morning. I made a stab at it in the afternoon, too, but didn’t get very far. So there were 353 words of fiction, and 219 blog words between two posts.

Every day I write myself a note about the day, how the writing went, or something significant that happened in the news. Usually I write something that has happened, but in the morning yesterday my note was “picking up the pace”. Which didn’t actually happen. I changed the note to something more accurate this morning, with the hope that I can steal that note for today. I’ll let you know how it went tomorrow.

Lots and lots of Z’s

I went to bed early last night, at 7:30 p.m. I wasn’t especially sleepy, but my body was tired. I calculated it out and decided if I woke up in the night around 4 a.m. I could declare victory and get up to write, or whatever I wanted.

I woke at 4:12 a.m., but that’s not how sleep works for me. I went back to bed, heard my 5 a.m. alarm and put it to sleep, and then woke up at my usual, “Can’t go back to bed now” 6 a.m. alarm. Ah, well. The sleep was good, and I can’t complain about that.

As a result of the Moving of Large Items that occurred yesterday, I only wrote a little, just enough to keep a streak going. I wrote 139 fiction words. Blog words, though, because I did a month-end review post, came in at 565 words.

I’ve got Pandora playing on the television, and I suppose I’m ready to start the day. I guess.

Bleh. 😉

Packing up the supplies

I’m amazed at how a closet full of supplies can be condensed down into two plastic storage tubs. Admittedly, the toner, envelopes, and folders that didn’t get packed into tubs take up more space than that, but all the little things scattered all over? Two tubs.

Oh, and three trips to the dumpster.

I wrote a bit today, but not the way I would have liked. It was lots of rushing shortly before bed, instead of taking my time and then enjoying some TV as a break.

I wrote 218 blog words, and 626 fiction words. I put my character in the hospital, and now I’m trying to talk her way out of it. I’m pretty sure I’ve just drug in another collaborator into this little secret she’s got, but I haven’t figured out when it’ll be necessary to drag the character into the limelight. If at all.

Today involves a quick meeting, a truck, more packing, and less moving than previously anticipated. One does not want to rush the inspectors, you see.

*smh*

Back at the office

Returning to the office yesterday was nearly not accomplished. After a day of moving, I very nearly called out. Thankfully I didn’t, as I had a meeting and some training first thing in the morning that I’d forgotten about (despite it being written in my office #BuJo).

Writing yesterday did not go poorly, based on recent standards. However I have still to achieve my desired speed. With the move (or my portion of it) over, I anticipate a bit more time in the chair.

I wrote 241 blog words, and 160 fiction words. Things that I chopped out of my story earlier are finding their way back in, which I am pleased with as one scene was particularly fun. I’ve brought the romantic interest back in, but I don’t think this is going to turn into a romance, for once. (I do like writing romance.)

Today should be a good day. The cats have finally stopped terrorizing everything (knocking things off counters, ruining piles of things to be sorted on the floor, playing with items that are clearly not cat toys), and we are fully stocked with food. I think I’ll get back to it, and drag my character out of the bar. She really shouldn’t be drinking in her condition.

‘Tis the day

Yesterday was average. Not particularly bad nor good in any way. I got my writing butt kicked by an article by DWS and got a little angry at myself, which is probably a good thing.

I have more time to write than my excuses let me, but I’m also writing when I have valid reasons to be present doing other things. I’ll mull that over for a bit and find my balance soon.

I wrote 297 blog words yesterday, and 754 fiction words, most of which were in the morning.

This morning I will be brief. I have the day off of work to help family, and I didn’t wake as early as I wanted, so there are a few extra things to squeeze into my day. Have a lovely day!

Slicing off the unwanted fat

My “n” key is not reliably working. Occasionally my “s” and “a” will follow suit. This is displeasing because I use those letters often. I’m going to have to try popping keys off later, even though it’s a struggle to get them back on with this computer. The alternative is trying an external keyboard, but I don’t think I’m ready to do that yet.

I got up at 5:30 this morning, and it feels good to be back in that routine. I had the thought yesterday that I really enjoy taking the time to make my #BuJo layouts “pretty” (banners, doodles, quotes, etc), and so instead of trying to write first thing this morning, I used my pen.

Then, I started deleting words.

On the way home last night, I realized I was rushing some things in my story, and avoiding others that needed attention. So I saved a new copy, chopped out some words, and smoothed out some edges. I think this will be better, and it will get me moving quicker towards the real problem in the story, which will let me solve the problem, and finish this so I can start another.

Yesterday I blogged 390 words in two blog posts and wrote 333 words mainly at my writing/editing group. I think I’m in a better place to start writing faster this morning. There’s quite a bit of cleaning that needs to happen this evening, too. Hopefully, I’ll have a very productive day.

Busy, busy, busy!

Do you know how difficult it is to get sand out of the base of a portable basketball hoop? The hole is about as big as a child’s wrist, and as it’s had a decade to settle. Inevitably, moisture has made it’s way inside as well as several generation’s worth of spiders.

It is difficult. And heavy. Quite, quite heavy.

Four of us worked on it for an hour. Shaking, thumping, rocking, stabbing, and sweeping, and then once it was light enough for two men to lift, we shoveled the sand onto the grass, then swept the grass with a deck broom.

And then it started to snow. So heavy things were carried from the basement to the front porch, to the garage!

I’m pooped, is what I’m getting at. And that is why this post is a bit late.

Yesterday I watched too much television and wrote too little. 291 fiction words were all I managed in two sessions. Blog words hit at 277 for two posts (nowhere near the 1,000 I wanted). I was incredibly productive in other things, and while the other things aren’t my passion, it’s always good to feel accomplished.

And now for something completely different

Except not really. I just thought that would make a good post title.

There are more than one movie that I have been recommending and rewatching lately. Movies I think are funny, or powerful, or just the kind of things that I would like to watch, and rewatch, and rewatch again. And do!

The Way, directed by Emilio Estevez, and starring Martin Sheen, is one of those movies. It’s about a father whose son dies while walking the Camino de Santiago. He goes to collect his son’s remains and ends up walking the Camino in his place. It’s not funny, but powerful, and quite sad. I don’t know how I stumbled on it the first time, but thankfully it’s been on Netflix for several years, and I’ve seen it at least six times. I also find the soundtrack to be sublime. Insightful and on point. Love.

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, starring Amy Adams and Francis McDormand, is flat out hilarious. Taking place at the start of the second World War, McDormand is a nanny who impersonates a personal secretary to avoid starvation. Adams is the nightclub singer McDormand rescues in the process. It’s so sweet, and a whirlwind of a good time. Also, happy endings. I love me some happy endings.

Morning Glory stars Han Solo Harrison Ford, Rachel McAdams, Diane Keaton, Jeff Goldblum, and John Pankow (and Patrick Wilson). A young woman (McAdams) with eternal, boundless, irritatingly positive energy takes on a crappy morning show and makes it crappier. Then falls in love, and saves the day. The snappy dialogue is amazing and the film is hilarious. Love, love, love this one, too. “Fluffy”, I believe is the word I’m looking for.

So if you’ve been looking for the next film to watch, both Miss Pettigrew and The Way are on streaming on Netflix. Morning Glory used to be, but you can still get it on DVD there. They’re all amazing.

And now The Way is making me cry. On to writing!

So I wrote a bit yesterday. 1,145 words of fiction, and 367 blog words. I feel good about them, but I don’t remember much of them. I got a tad more done this morning, but I don’t plan on many more. I believe I’m going to go see a film tonight with the small fortune I discovered in an old purse that I emptied out this week. The rest of the weekend should go as usual: laundry Saturday, moving Sunday (things from my parent’s house to mine). I’m not expecting much, although I do plan to tuck into the story some more. As usual.

And perhaps get some kitten cuddles in while I’m at it.

An early update

I’m not certain whether I’d rather update in the morning or the afternoon, but I have time now that I can blog but not create fiction, so I’ll give this a shot and if later in the day I’m bursting with things to be shared, I’ll share again.

Yesterday I wrote more than New Year’s Day, with 289 words for here, and 1,261 words of fiction. My weekly (and yearly) totals are 2,033, which is still less than I planned to write in one day when I considered reaching Pulp Speed One this year. However, it’s also more than I wrote in December, and ultimately, not a bad thing.

Beating myself up over creating less than planned is wrong. It’s still creating, and I’ll have a couple kick-ass days along the way to make up for it.

Today may be one of those days. I have off of work. It’s my birthday, and I took advantage of the day off I get for that particular event. Schools are opening today, which means I’ll have a quiet house with the four cats I’m currently writing about. So, infinite inspiration, no excuses.

One of those cats has just done the adorable “let me walk on your chest and then purr and take a nap” thing. Now I don’t want to shower. Ah, the problems of being a cat owner.