May was over yesterday, and it completely slipped by me that I had this to do. Even though I keep a Bullet Journal, a planner designed to keep me on track and let me know what things must be done when, I still forget little things. That’s human. I must keep reminding myself of that.
So my words, fiction or otherwise, were so much lower than I want. I didn’t grind to a halt entirely, but my output was so sad, I would like to throw out a couple four-letter descriptives. But I won’t. Because that won’t help. But I still want to. So there.
Let’s see – in May I wrote 6,107 fiction words, my slowest month yet by a good 3,000 words. I had three times more words in January, and twice as many in March, April splitting the difference between the two. My average fiction words per day was a sluggish 197 for may, and it settled down to 413 per day for the year.
Blog words ran high at 10,691, slightly higher than April by just a couple hundred. What can I say? Apparently, I’m better at blathering on about nothing than I am at turning stories. Well, I’m at least more comfortable with it. I don’t worry so much about what’s going down, and I look forward to getting that comfortable with my writing. I’m good at telling stories. It’s easy to forget that.
My best writing day was rather recently, May 29th, with 657 words. Memorial Day, so that makes sense, as I had the day off. The only story I wrote on all month – plugged on, chugged on, slowly dripped words on – was 004. Bleh.
I also managed to publish Space Cats from Space this month, in print and ebook on a variety of sites. I’m still working on publishing A Brief History – the print book is waiting for me to receive the proof copy, and the ebooks are waiting for the same. I always find lots of things to fix in the print copy that I never see anywhere else.
May was generally a busy month, with lots of extracurricular things going on that did not directly revolve around me or my writing. I made a mean chauffeur, though, ferrying others around to the things that needed doing, and spent a lot of my down time with Minecraft and more recently, a rewatch of Downton Abbey.
My goal for May was to get all the things published, and I didn’t manage it. My goal from June is simply to write more words than May. I need a small goal I can manage.
In a somewhat unsurprising turn of events, the fluffy kitty that needs help managing his matted fur is not thrilled with the prospect of letting me brush and pull at those mats with the new fur rake that arrived yesterday. It does a wonderful job thinning his undercoat, though, which I imagine is a bit of a relief in this weather, and will be appreciated as the house gets warmer with the oncoming summer.
Zero publishing yesterday, but 206 fiction words and 498 total words. I’m plugging. That’s all that can be said. I’ll find my speed again, I know it. (I’m going to keep telling myself that.
So in the story I’m working on now (004 for now) has got a rather grumpy evil type and a rather bouncy hero type. The grump a man is my age (40-ish), living in a big empty house with a big, serious butler and a bunch of money (ill-gained, perhaps, but still). The bouncy hero type is a young girl (8 years old), orphaned (apparently), and oblivious to the grump’s bad moods. Their relationship is quite irritated-as-f* uncle vs bright and shining brat. Naturally, it’s more idolized and heroic uncle vs lost and loney child from the other perspective, but I’ve been focusing on him first. We’ll get to her a bit later. When it’s a bit too late, perhaps. I’m not sure exactly where the story is going, but I do have that much.
Okay, well, it’s time to move my morning forward. I hope everyone has a lovely Friday! I plan to.
My cats are learning their names. I’m unsure why I’m so excited about this, but I am.
Today is another regular day for me, another in a long line of days where I wake up, feed the cats, get coffee, work on my #bujo, journal, then do this: blogging and trying not to get distracted by all the other things going on in other tabs. My feed reader, for example. All those lovely blogs that posted content first thing this morning (or late last night) that I want to catch up on, or the webcomics that have new pages out. Gloriously distracting they are.
I wrote a bit yesterday morning and planned to write more in the evening. 168 fiction words, 479 total words. The reason more fiction words didn’t get written is simple: I needed 38 levels to add Mending to a pickaxe that was in the very last round of upgrades, and so I wanted to go grind in the Nether gathering quartz for the XP. And then I finally did it, got the final upgrade I needed, and went to gather more XP to repair both my Silk Touch pickaxe and the Fortune III pickaxe, so now I at least have the cool tools – until I can get better tools or villagers for a breeder.
And that’s my Minecraft life right now. And writing! Yesh, I do that, too.
Even though we had Monday away from work and school, I’m still looking toward the weekend and wondering how quickly it can arrive. I’m not certain why. There’s nothing particularly interesting going on once it gets here.
Yesterday was Tuesday, which means I met with my writing group. I’m very far removed from actually writing at writing group, even though I did pull the computer out of its case. Everyone was working when I was eating, and then I think I distracted them. Maybe, like in a cartoon, there’s a giant “distraction” cloud above my head, raining it wherever I go. It just took them a bit to get saturated.
I wrote 68 fiction words (433 total words), but the only publishing thing I did was order a proof copy. I think it should arrive early next week, but there is a painful lack of communication between CreateSpace and my door. I mean, it shipped. I know that much.
I’m going to try to get some writing done this morning amidst the madness of getting ready for the day. It can’t be worse than trying to write during Mary sniping at Edith, or while watching Bates try to avoid trouble with his cellmate.
(Coming up with titles every day is hard! So sometimes I steal things my kids say and plop them in as blog titles. You don’t mind, do you? Thought not.)
It has been our mission over the last week or so to brush the cats every chance we get. This is because one of them has developed some impressive mats. It’s not his fault, especially. He’s got long hair and it’s matting in all four armpits of his. (Leg-pits? Under-legs? I don’t know, but you get the idea.) Naturally, it doesn’t feel good for us to brush at them a lot (cats have sensitive skin, especially on their stomachs, so I am learning), so we’re trying a comb, and I’m going to get a mat brush from Amazon (because the local pet store was absolutely useless in this regard). We don’t want to resort to a groomer ($$$, and he’ll hate it).
Yesterday was Memorial Day, and except for the really loud booms setting off near our house, it was quiet. I almost got a haircut, I almost cut my own hair, and I actually did watch quite a bit of Downton Abbey. This will be my 3rd watch-through (although I’ve only seen Season 7 once – not sure how I missed it the first time).
I got words written, too. While not the 2,000-3,000 I’d prefer to write, it was a respectable 657 fiction words (909 total words). I only spent .5 hours towards publishing, correcting a cover that got flagged at CreateSpace. Apparently, there aren’t enough pages for spine info. For that, I would like to blow a large raspberry at them. I fixed it, though, and my back cover spelling errors.
Um…yeah, that’s about it! I’m on a roll this morning, too, even though I didn’t get out of bed for my 5 a.m. alarms. At least I woke with them. Then I fell back asleep and had one of my obligatory “going back to work” work dreams. It was quite odd, with an interrogation by my boss about how the morning went (several things had gone wrong). Then another alarm went off, and that was the end of that. Thankfully.