Small projects snowballing

I was asked yesterday to use someone’s computer to find some pictures and email them or put them on a flash drive, CD, or other removable media. Since the computer kept ejecting the flash drive before things could be copied, I went with CDs.

I filled 15 CDs with photos and videos. Actually, I filled 10 CDs with videos, only 5 with photos. Thankfully, the second part of that project is being taken care of by others (although it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility that I get called in on it again – I dearly hope that doesn’t happen).

At home, I struggled to find the right “mood” for writing, which is completely stupid because I know that I can’t wait for that. I should have spent my antsy time cleaning off the stupid desk instead. Then I could go sit there and not have an excuse. Which reminds me, I have to ask a friend a favor about some Internets. If I could find the computer. I don’t see it. That’s not a good thing.

I managed a paltry 95 fiction words (440 total with blog posts), and a separate, not counted in any total but its own, 558 freewriting words. I have an idea for a session tonight – “What would I write if everyone I know was dead”. That’s a morbid way to put it, but essentially, I want to think about what I’d write if I stopped worrying about what I think everyone else would think about what I write.

Also, my daily average is back down to 474 words per day in fiction. I must drag that number back up by its stringy, unwashed hair.

That’s all I have for now. I’ll probably grab a photo at Wegmans, and I will remember to bring a paperback for my friend Erin, if she makes it, so she can have the pleasure of snicker-snorting through a Julia Quinn romance.