Kind of looks like teeth, eh? There’s a grass lump between the center tooth and the one just to its right that will really take some flossing to get worked out. Photo taken the day it was supposed to storm between ten and five, and ended up not storming until five, when we ran out in it and got drenched. It was amazing and awful, and I’m happily back in dry clothes, now. Thankfully.
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!
Taken from the front seat of my car, the sky was brighter when I took the photo than it appears here, but it was taken from my phone, so I suppose you get what you pay for. The youngest female in my household took a series of photos today. If she keeps grabbing at my phone I’ll have to show her how to use The Camera. Maybe go to parks and stuff.
I wrote 869 fiction words yesterday (1,192 words total) which brought my daily fiction average up to 499. I needed 1,000 words to bring the average up to 500, but I got some sad news in the evening when it was time to write. I got a few more, but then it was clear my head wasn’t in the game. I stopped and went to bed, and then slept until 6:00 a.m.
I don’t have yesterday’s head start, and writing is easier in the morning before my head is filled with a day’s worth of drama, stress, and exhaustion, but my goal is to get my daily average up another 11 points.
Outside the somewhat-fancy-but-not-too-fancy grocery store near my office is a pillar where this particular brick is featured. It’s a lovely brick, a fantastic example of a brick, and it’s solidly placed. It will not be escaping to puncture the holes of unwary car tires any time soon. Enjoy the brick.
Goodreads told me yesterday that I was three books behind schedule in the 2017 reading challenge. So the move tossed me off more than just my writing goals, apparently.
Luckily, I was in a new Target Tuesday where I found a whole shelf of books on clearance for 66¢! (I was left otherwise unimpressed, by the way.) Two books were by authors I know and love, so I bought them. (Have I told this story already? I don’t remember.)
Yesterday I tucked the one by Julia Quinn in my purse, and while I didn’t get a chance to start it at work, I opened it at stoplights on the way home, sat in my car for 10 minutes after parking reading, and then for the next five hours (my entire evening) I just read.
Now I’m only two books behind!
I wrote quite a bit in the morning before the book (664 fiction words – not technically a lot, but my current average fiction words are at 492, so more than average), and then that was it. By the time I finished (sometime after 10:30 but before 11:00), there was no more time for words if I wanted to try to wake again today at 5:00 a.m.
Which I also managed.
Total words yesterday broke 1K at 1,039. Today I’d like to try to bring my average fiction words to 500, but of course I remember what a teacher in 8th grade tried to teach us before it was too late: it’s infinitely easier to keep an average high than to drag your average up. So yeah. I need to get cracking while we’re still in the first quarter of the year.
That’s the ceiling of my office. I thought perhaps fake wood support beams would be super fake and irritating, but they aren’t actually. I like them, and I’m glad I’m in the only office that has this particular item continued on our ceiling from the main areas.
The eldest of the younger half of my family is telling me about a dream. Part of it is good plot bunny material – people can buy unborn dragon eggs in the grocery store, and mobs spawn in your hair when you overheat. I may do something with that. Or if you like, please help yourself.
Yesterday was “normal”! I woke, I went to the office, I left the office on time (mostly), I went to my writing group, and I got home at a reasonable hour! I did everything on my list, though not a lot of anything. Doesn’t matter. Routine! I have achieved it!
Speaking of routine, I recognized last night (again? finally? who knows.) that hey – I really was very proud of myself for that month or so last year that I was waking at 5 a.m. every morning, including weekends, and that should be a good enough reason to get my ass out of bed again at that hour. Right? The memory that I was productive and proud of myself for it simply because I woke at a ridiculously early hour – it’s a good reason.
So at 5 a.m. when my alarm went off and I rolled over because ugh, who wants to get out of a warm, cuddly bed when one can go back to sleep for an entire hour, that thought (luckily) flashed through my mind.
I want to wake up at this hour because it made me feel good.
So I did. Hee!
Anyway. Yesterday I wrote 262 words of fiction, and 539 total. I’m pleased to report that so far this morning I’ve already written more than that, and Space Cats from
Space Earth has reached 25,671 words total. I have actually written more than that this year alone, and I started in December last year, so I’ve cut quite a few words out. I’m kind of thankful I don’t know how many, though. Go figure.
Okay, Wednesday. Bring on more routine for me, please!
I was having trouble getting close enough to the portion of the photo I really wanted, so I just cropped that sucker. It still looks off center, but we’re going with it. I love these hanging ducts. I imagine it must be very comfortable, being cradled like that.
Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday. I need to bring a new CD with me to work so I can load it in my car and not have to listen to news about hunters and lead shot and Bald Eagles with lead poisoning this morning.
Yesterday I wrote 147 fiction words, 398 total. My goal for today is to write more fiction than I blog. Twice as much, even. Which means I ought to get working on the 2nd blog post early, so I know what my goal is to beat.
Also, remembering the goal would be a good thing as well. Even though I’m still keeping up with my #BuJo, it’s currently just a routine that’s keeping me sane. It’s drawing in pretty pages, and then not actually doing anything once those pages are established. The next morning I cross out the things that it would have been very difficult not to accomplish and so I probably shouldn’t have written them down in the first place (write, blog, journal, survive was yesterday’s list).
But that’s OK. Because when I don’t keep up with that bare minimum, I feel worse. It’s not the standard I’d like to keep, but keeping this tiny bit going is keeping me just a fraction closer to sane and away from completely losing my shit.
Today I need to add “make a lunch” to my list.