Pattern? Check. Photo taken within a reasonable amount of time specifically for this challenge? Check. This is one of the last times I’ll need to look at this particular piece of shrubbery. It’s occasionally trimmed into a square shape and doesn’t look its best at this time of year, to be certain. But I’ve worked with it for nearly 13 years, along with the rest of the building. It was worth the picture. (Believe it or not this isn’t even the only photo I’ve taken of it.)
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Yesterday started late and ended accordingly. It was a long day of Internet-free writing possibility which didn’t manifest quite as I intended. It ended up being a day of attempted Internet repair, and I came to the conclusion that there’s a critical step when setting up Modems that I simply don’t understand. As I pushed to get a critical task finished, and achieved it late, writing had to take a back seat. I squeezed in 151 blog words and 253 fiction words on Sunday.
Toward the end of the day I pushed to get a critical task finished and achieved it late in the evening, and writing had to take a back seat. I squeezed in 151 blog words and 253 fiction words.
I had a decent showing last week overall.
Weekly total words: 5,605
Weekly total fiction words: 3,721
Weekly total blog words: 1,884
Difference from last week: -15%
Weekly rank: 4 (of 6)
And, currently, I’m at a 36-day writing and blogging streak! My photo challenge is at a 29 day streak, and I think I may break that count out into a separate column in my spreadsheet so it will be easier to see the streak. I’m pleased, as this might not be my longest writing streak, but it is the longest one I’ve tracked.
Sometimes you need to accomplish a task, so you hold a notebook up to the light and snap a quick picture. You do what you need to do, and it’s done, and you can then move on to other, equally important tasks. That is what I have done. Enjoy.
Yesterday I participated in a 12-hour writing marathon. It actually took place a little longer than that, but that’s what I made it through. I wrote more than I have all year, which was a really good feeling.
I wrote 2,051 fiction words, which is a usual November daily count for me. And I wrote an average 222 blog words, which I got out of the way early in the morning.
Unlike this post, which is coming in at the tail end of the day.
Well, there are still words that are waiting to be written! I’m going to go get on that.
The room isn’t dark, but when the camera focuses on the lamp, apparently nothing else matters. This was taken at the first stop of today’s writing excursion. Now that blog things are taken care of, it’s time for writing fiction.
The day is still very young, and it has already tried to make an impression on me how it would prefer to go.
On a Saturday when I expect to be out of the house all day in my car, I have forgotten my wallet.
That is not a particular good sign, but I’ll try to get past it.
Yesterday was a very slow word day. After Thursday’s debacle of enjoying some flavored malt beverages with alcohol additives, last night was full of naps and poor decisions regarding television. My only consolation is that I’m only two episodes from the end of the show, so if I can’t manage to stop turning on the TV for Mad Men, at least the last episode is within sight.
I wrote 285 in blog words, and 61 fiction words.
As I mentioned, today I am out and about writing. I had thought about posting progress updates as the day went along in an Open Post. We’ll see how the day goes – if fiction is doing well, I may just devote my energies there.
I’m taking pictures of things surrounding me that I’m leaving and moving toward. This is one of the former, a tree only a few steps away from the corner mailbox. I pass it frequently, but I don’t often think about it. Who does? Trees are everywhere.
Do you remember that book? The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein. That was one of my favorite books growing up, and every time I reread it, I cry. That’s the tree I think about, actually. I had a Giving Tree growing up, before it was removed for some utility work when I was 8 or 9. I climbed, I rested, it gave me shade. No apples, though. Not that kind of tree.
Good morning! It’s Friday, a day that is virtually the weekend!
I don’t know what else to say about that, actually. Since I’ve been in “moving mode” at the office, I’ve been wearing jeans and sneakers all week. That’s a treat usually reserved for Fridays, so since I’ve already had four days of that, today doesn’t seem that special.
Writing yesterday was restricted to the morning. I made a stab at it in the afternoon, too, but didn’t get very far. So there were 353 words of fiction, and 219 blog words between two posts.
Every day I write myself a note about the day, how the writing went, or something significant that happened in the news. Usually I write something that has happened, but in the morning yesterday my note was “picking up the pace”. Which didn’t actually happen. I changed the note to something more accurate this morning, with the hope that I can steal that note for today. I’ll let you know how it went tomorrow.
My least favorite part of winter is never seeing the sun in the evening. Today, at 5 p.m. when I went out to pick up the sign at the office, I could see it! I mean, there were buildings in the way, but it was there, in the sky at the same time I was about to leave.
I went to bed early last night, at 7:30 p.m. I wasn’t especially sleepy, but my body was tired. I calculated it out and decided if I woke up in the night around 4 a.m. I could declare victory and get up to write, or whatever I wanted.
I woke at 4:12 a.m., but that’s not how sleep works for me. I went back to bed, heard my 5 a.m. alarm and put it to sleep, and then woke up at my usual, “Can’t go back to bed now” 6 a.m. alarm. Ah, well. The sleep was good, and I can’t complain about that.
As a result of the Moving of Large Items that occurred yesterday, I only wrote a little, just enough to keep a streak going. I wrote 139 fiction words. Blog words, though, because I did a month-end review post, came in at 565 words.
I’ve got Pandora playing on the television, and I suppose I’m ready to start the day. I guess.