1150 words this morning, not quite as productive as I’d hoped but better than a kick in the teeth. I want to get through this bit I’m working on, so I’ll probably write more on TB tonight. I may need to print the next hundred pages out so I can read them. Er. Not, like, the next 100 that I haven’t written yet, although *damn* that’d be useful. Rather, the 100 pages that I’ve written since I printed out the first 200 pages. The right first 200 pages, as opposed…
thud, kinda
Thud, kinda. Got 850 words written on TQB, feeling sort of uninspired by them, but my brain wasn’t really in a writing mood. They’re good enough for the moment and they mean ch. 4 is underway, which is basically what I was after. It also means I broke 45K, which is something else I wanted to do. I tell ya, this getting up at 6 thing is killing me. Well, not killing me, but certainly making me want to go to bed at 10pm. OTOH, the 2K a day thing…
that’s more like it
After writing nary a word yesterday (*and* not going to puppy class, because Ted had homework and was exhausted), I got up this morgle and ARGH MUST PUNCH DOWN THE BREAD! made bread and wrote 1300 words. Do you ever have this thing where you just can’t get through a chapter and so you finally grunt and end the chapter and then blow through a few hundred words and tag them onto the end of the last chapter because that’s where they really belong but there was this like huge…
zoot zoot neerow!
Okay. I was a bad Kit and didn’t write, but I was a good Kit and went to the gym, so it balances out somehow. I don’t particularly want to go to puppy class tonight but I suppose we ought to. If I write, do we have to go to puppy class? Yeah, I was afraid of that. Plblbht. I’m trying to find a balance between working out hard enough to have effect and not working out so hard I screw up my back again. I have certainly managed, today,…
an awesome day
This has been a completely awesome day. I got up around 8 and got 500 words written, which isn’t, y’know, earth-shattering, but it’s better than 0 words written, and I ought to be able to slodge my way through the rest of this chapter tomorrow morning. I think. Anyway, the point is I got some writing done, which, given how much else I did today, is quite amazing. We did our weekly shopping, only Fred Meyer didn’t have any good sports bras and my last one exploded, so I needed…