Since my last check in, when I hadn’t accomplished a whole lot of tangible work, I’ve done a bit of writing.
1. I didn’t count how many words I wrote, but I got a decent amount of writing done on my novel. I also couldn’t sleep last night, but I refused to get out of bed to read/write. So instead I thought a lot about my book. I made a little bit of plot headway, but it definitely helped me untangle a few things that needed to be untangled.
2. Still not reading my first draft. Which, I’ve pretty much downgraded from first draft to detailed outline…
3. Wrote a flash fiction, which (especially considering I haven’t done one in a couple weeks) was actually pretty decent. I definitely struggle putting plot into a 100 word count piece. I’m great for a description, but plot…well…maybe…or maybe I’ll just hint at a plot. I felt there was more plot to this last one than most of my recent attempts. So, improvement! I’ll take it. But if you’re interested in reading it, here’s that post.
All right. Hopefully I can maintain this slow steady progress towards my goal!
Word count: 100
I am old. I am weak.
Leathery wings rush past me; claws tangle my hair and pull my skirts. The smell of death and rot bring me to my knees. The demons came at night. Soon my family, friends, and neighbors were dead. But they left me, the old woman. So they could torment me more.
But I have a secret. I know how to bind them.
And I have.
And come morning, the sun will burn them to oblivion.
I am old. But I am not as weak as they think I am. And soon I will be alone.
Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Photo Credit: ©Dawn Q. Landau
I hear today was nice. It was warm. And maybe sunny. I wouldn’t know.
Nightshift. That means I was sleeping the day away.
On a brighter side, I did go to yoga post work/pre sleep. And if I worked days I would be at work when yoga happened…so maybe nightshift has a bright side…?
Let’s be honest. Aside from serious contemplation of what I’ve written (all without rereading it) I haven’t worked on my book once. But if I’m being honest (and I just said I was) thinking things through certainly makes the actual writing go faster. And I have figured a few things out 1) the last bit I wrote is going to be moved to the final chapter of the book (whoop, whoop! now I know where I’m going) 2) the BIG bad guy just became very apparent 3) her sidekick is about to kick up his badness a couple levels 4) the protags flaw became much more obvious (glad to see I’ve been writing the flaw in even if I hadn’t quite figured it out myself). So not much writing, but some fairly major progress still made!
So that’s how writing has gone for me so far this week. But I’m about to start working and somehow I always get more writing done on the days I work…here’s hoping I have more to report on Sunday!
It’s a birthday! My sweet little boy, Casey James, turned 1 today.
He also really likes homemade whipped cream.
As in, REALLY LIKES homemade whipped cream. But to be fair, so do I…
I got on the wagon…and fell right off. Dang it.
500 words a day, doesn’t sound like too much, but apparently I struggle with that goal. More like 500 words 3-4 days a week. But it’s better than nothing. And better than what I was writing last month.
Also, no rereads yet. Which is actually harder than it sounds. But it helps me with progress, as soon as I start to reread stuff I have to fix it. Because it’s no good, no really, my first draft is verifiable poo. But a poo first draft is better than a polished 3 pages so I’m still shooting for a poo draft at the moment.
And, alas, no flash fiction this past week. Here’s to the upcoming week and doing better!
Call me crazy. But after having kiddo #2 (how the heck am I old enough for 2 kids…I am certainly not mature enough…ohmy), starting my first job as an RN (and working the nightshift to boot), and purchasing our first home (what!!?!) a few little things have slipped through the cracks. Like vacuuming. And working out. And while the not vacuuming does eventually drive me crazy, this whole being too tired to move makes my whole
life body feel like poo. So call me silly, but I’m doing a DietBet.
A DietBet, what’s that crazy nonsense? (that’s what I imagine you’re saying)
Well I gambled 35 dollars. Online. And made a bet that I would lose 4% of my bodyweight in 4 weeks. That’s almost 6 pounds for the whole time or about 1.4 pounds a week…which if you know your stuff about losing weight that is on the higher end of healthy weight loss, but still healthy. It will also get me really close to my best weight. I say best weight because at that weight I tend to just feel really good. To maintain that weight I have to continue eating healthy (most of the time) and I have to move my body (more than just running up and down the halls of the hospital) a couple times a week. This makes my body happy. Which makes me happy.
Did I also mention that I’m trying yoga right now? With a back that has a history of going out every few months I started seeing a physical therapist. Diagnosis: my hamstrings are so stinkin’ tight they’re pulling my back out. Shocking, that the person who loudly proclaims how much she hates bending has gone so long without bending that now I can’t bend…without some painful repercussions.
Needless to say, yoga! Not so fun right now. But my goal is to do it 3-4 times a week during this DietBet challenge. Hopefully I’ll get flexible enough that I stop crying during class (yes, that was me with the tears in Thursday’s class, and no, I really didn’t bend that far, and no again, I didn’t injure myself) either that or going will become a habit and I’ll just keep going until it stops hurting. Cross your fingers for me (I would but that is classified as bending, and I don’t do that).
So 1 week down. How’d I do? I dropped some weight. Whoop, whoop. Went to yoga 2 times (better than 0). And realized how pathetically unfit I am. Oops. But now that I’m moving, it doesn’t feel too bad to be out of shape. Because I know it’s only temporary and decent shape (and maybe, dare I dream? good shape) will follow!