It’s chilly outside. It doesn’t exactly look it from the photo, but it is. Gloves are necessary. There are homes on the other side of the creek, and I’d like to drive by them someday to see what they see from their side. I wonder if those houses are even visible in the summer.
I wrote 204 fiction words yesterday only because reporting only 40 was just not something I could handle. (The daily total with blog words was 393.)
I let myself get distracted with Sky Factory 3 (which takes absolute ages to load on my computer, which makes me think that when I finally get some automation going it will be prohibitive to play). Then I watched the film I wanted to see (San Andreas), and the next thing I knew, it was 1 a.m.
Other than yesterday’s snow squall that ended with shining blue skies, it was an average kind of day. Sort of like today intends to be, really.
I wanted to post a picture of the snow squall this afternoon. It was pretty intense, and then BAM. Blue skies. This, as you may note, is not that picture. It didn’t want to be loaded, so I will not share it. Better believe it was pretty impressive, though.
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¢.
These are a few of my favorite things! Someday they will have cameras that attach to your eyeballs and what you see will be the photo you get, instead of this crazy, “close enough” stuff. Or, perhaps (and eternally more likely) someday I will start carrying my “real” camera instead of doing this experiment on my te-le-pha-lone. (Introducing mangled pronunciations from Nicki!)
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.
– Maya Angelou
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.
Thanks for stopping by!
Do you suppose the grout started out black or has ended up black as a result of the number of feet that have crossed it? I suspect it started that way, as the edges where people travel less are still black. Ultimately does it matter? No. No, it does not.
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!