Hello, and welcome from Oh, My

Lions and tigers, I say. Lions and tigers.

No bears. They’re on strike. There is a cow, though. I don’t see him at the moment, but I know he’s here.

Yesterday I wrote 434 words, down a bit from the day before. I got caught up a bit reading and was a little more tired than the day should merit. I had spent more than a little time sneezing and suffering a leaky nose in the morning, but an Advil Cold & Sinus seemed to stop that in it’s tracks. Thankfully.

My total words for the day clocked in at 706*, and my average pulp words are riding at 480. I really need another couple 1K+ days, and I think I can manage them, hopefully on Saturday and Sunday.

Wish me luck.


(insert witty title here)

My yesterday wasn’t as productive as the day before, but it still was a good word day. I wrote X words (with X words total).

I keep a Bullet Journal. It was actually a suggestion by someone who stopped by during the A to Z Blog Challenge last year. They were all like, “You sound like the kind of person who would like this.” And I was all like, “What is that?” And then I was all like, “OMGIHAVETOHAVETHISINMYLIFE” and I bought journals and pens and got hooked on content by Kara at Boho Berry, and the rest is history.

(I don’t actually know the etymology or origin of that phrase, but I don’t think I’ve used it correctly.)

Anyway, could I track yesterday’s lack of progress to the fact that I forgot to track my time yesterday in my #bujo? I could make the connection, but I don’t think it’s a strong one. I also woke this morning at my goal hour, then fell back asleep for an hour nap, setting me back an hour in my morning. Could I connect that to yesterday’s failure? Again, not a strong connection.

But it was the first one I made. I’m being careful to keep it open this morning so I don’t forget. I’m actually not clear on how tracking my day helps me, but it was a suggestion in a seminar I took to find where I have time to write. It may be working without me realizing it, but it’s a task I enjoy, as I really like to see my routine on paper.

Apparently. Because I keep doing it.


Writing on Tuesdays is still hard

Another early morning, another good writing day, another large cat on my lap in an impossible-to-type-around position. Things are good, I say!

Ah, phew. The cat is gone.

So yesterday was Tuesday and I knew it was Tuesday, but I forgot that Tuesday meant my writing group and so I left for work without my computer and things. So I had to go home to get them, got there late, etc. But that was fine. It was a fun night.

But man, it’s hard as heck to write with all those people around! I just want to chat with them, I don’t want to focus on words. So I got zip written there, but came home to get a few extra written and send my fiction total over 1,000 again!


Yesterday I wrote 1,106 fiction words (1,526 total). I like this creeping upward trend. I want to do it again today.

Tomorrow’s goal is actually to wake earlier than 5 a.m., and if I make it to bed at 10 p.m. tonight I might be able to manage it. The silent alarm actually may have woken me, but I didn’t get up. I think I forgot what it meant, to be honest.

Oh, and I have a feeling I’ll be finishing that Joanna Lindsey book today. Then hopefully the Jen Sincero one I’ve been working on, so I can start over with that and take notes this time. Yeah. I think that’s it.

Happy Wednesday!

A good day

It is ridiculously difficult to try to write over a lovely, fluffy, big cat who insists upon sitting on my lap this morning. You’d laugh if you saw my arms wrapped over and under him to type. Hardly ergonomic.

I had quite a fabulous writing day – my first 1K day in 30 days. (Ugh, I didn’t realize it had been quite that long.) 1,070 to be precise, with 1,298 total when I include blog words. I wrote three times, getting 527 in the morning and 543 in evening.

And I read, quite a bit, in between. Google Play gave me a $5 coupon, and an app called Google Opinion Rewards has been giving me Google Play credits for giving away information about myself, so the $7 book (Make Me Love You, by Joanna Lindsey) was cost-free. I’ve plowed through about half of that since purchasing it at 5 p.m., not to mention the additional pages read of You Are a Badass, by Jen Sincero (affiliate link) that I managed before that.

And today, I woke up on time! Because last night, I went to bed before 10 p.m., which is rather unlike me, but as I pointed out to Erin in the comments the other day, with half of the family being cats, and the other 3/8 being in bed by 9 p.m. (sometimes much earlier), there’s no reason for me to stay up late when that’s not my productive time. And I feel better being productive, even if 5 a.m. is an hour that really ought to be slept through and not seen.

I very nearly woke at 4 a.m., which I believe is going to be the ultimate goal. That one, though, I’ll have to rely on the silent Fitbit alarm to reach. It would definitely drive DH crazy to hear that, and not everyone in the house returns to sleep quite as well as I do.

Well, anyway. Good day! I’m going to write a bit before waking a couple of the younger members of the house, and see if I can have even a better day than yesterday!

One hour nap

I told myself I was going to wake up at 5:00 a.m. this morning, and I sure did wake up at 5:00 a.m. this morning.

And then I promptly took a one hour nap.

Yesterday was a nice day at home. Slept in until nearly 11:00 a.m., goofed off a bit and watched Contagion, then went grocery shopping, got the trash out by 5:00 p.m., started watching San Andreas with the kids, made spaghetti at 6:00 p.m., went back to the movie, sent everyone to bed shortly after 8:00 p.m., worked on money things, and watched yet another movie, The Martian. I made it to bed about 11:00 p.m.

I did write, 266 words (more than yesterday!), with 543 total words. Today’s goal is once again more than yesterday, and a strict bedtime goal of 10:00 p.m., if not before.

No more morning naps.

Edited to add:

I forgot to review my week!

Weekly total words: 4,070
Weekly total fiction words: 2,080
Weekly total blog words: 1,990
Difference from last week: -3%
Weekly rank: 7 (of 10)

That’s a loss I can deal with. Go, me!

S is for Sleeping in

I really love sleep, but I need to stop it. I can (I believe) match writing productivity to when I wake in the morning (and when I started with my Bullet Journal). Those were short stories, but still, I nailed it. I don’t want to believe I burned out on that speed, but maybe I did. I won’t really know until I get my routine back.

Monday. Because this weekend I slept in both Saturday and today until nearly noon, and it was fabulous. But yeah, it needs to stop.

Yesterday I wrote 207 fiction words, and 366 words total. I also watched Unstoppable, a fantastic movie about a runaway train with Chris Pine and Denzel Washington and Rosario Dawson, which was not conducive to words.

Today there is still usual Sunday tasks on the schedule like trash, shopping, etc, but there are several hours to get that done. In the meantime, there’s some writing and reading that needs to happen. If you’ll excuse me.

HaM: Day 2

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.

Humiliation as Motivation

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.

It’s Wednesday, and March

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!