So last night I found out that 200 fiction words for the day is the number that lets me go to sleep at night and not be humiliated by the fact that I have to report it the next morning. (And that 58 words was what kept me up and wouldn’t let me go to bed yet.)
The day’s total was 463.
I suppose humiliation as motivation shouldn’t be discounted as a valid method of getting a person to write, right?
I’m also quite pleased that my friend Erin quite enjoyed the novel I loaned her. Or at least she stayed up until 2 a.m. to finish it. In my book, it’s the same thing. I suppose you could hate read like that, but I don’t think a romance novel is the kind of thing most people hate read.
That’s just my 2¢.
The wind is loud around the house, sweeping through the narrow alley between our set of homes and the next. It’s gonna be chilly, and I’m not particularly looking forward to such weather right now. But it’s better than snow, and it’s better than sweating in February, so as long as I don’t catch another cold, I suppose I’m all good with it.
I wrote less than I wanted, but more than usual yesterday at 755 fiction words, 1,155 total. No freewriting, because what I thought might just be brain dump ended up being 396 usable fiction words, and I don’t want to double count. My daily fiction average is headed back in the right direction (up) after six days in the wrong direction (down), landing at 476.
All is well. Yesterday was stormy and rainy, but I was able to wait out the worst of the storms in my car and at the funeral home. It seems the person whose life we celebrated loved a good thunderstorm, so it was appropriate and welcome. There was only a tiny hiccup at the office, which I now have a tool to use the next time it occurs. I am armed. Heh.
February was a month with more moving than January if such a thing is possible. (Hint: it is.) So I wrote less by virtue of having much less energy.
But I still wrote every single day. So that’s fantastic, really!
I wrote 9,712 fiction words in February and 7,230 blog words. Yay, more fiction than blogs! As it should be.
My best writing day was Saturday, February 4th, when I did a writing marathon with a few friends. There’s another one of those this month, but I probably won’t make the entire tour. Hopefully, I’ll beat that word count, though, of 2,051.
My average fiction word count in February was 329 words per day. That is not great, but again: exhaustion. I had a nice cold in there, too. There were 8 days when I got less than 100 fiction words per day, and I think I would be pleased with myself if I managed not to let that happen again this year.
My big goal for March is to finish this story I’ve been struggling with since December. I probably shouldn’t feel like I can’t start another project until it’s done, but I do. I know if I walk away from it, that’ll be it. I’ll never go back. At least I have an ending in sight to aim for.
On February 1st I wrote:
I will get up to the higher number in March when several other things in Life have settled down.
Well, at the very least, Life has stopped with the “moving”. I don’t know about “settled down”, though. We shall see.
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Which means two posts today! And this one will be short.
I wrote words yesterday twice – 353 of them! They were quite awful though, so I may cut them out. I will likely cut them out, actually. There were 710 words total for yesterday and an additional 515 words of freewriting.
I wrote with friends at a grocery store, together with the group but also by myself which made me happy. I wrote before work, too. As I’m about to attempt now, so if you will excuse me!
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.