I've decided to rehabilite my writer-self, and I've made a plan. Want to hear about it? No? Well it's my blog, so there.
October: Write 100 words a day. Every day if possible, and catch-up words for - let's face it, it's going to happen - the days I don't make it to the keyboard.
November - Write 200 words a day. Every day if possible, and catch-up words for the days I don't make it to the keyboard.
Scintillating, isn't it? Brilliant! Well, it doesn't need to be brilliant. It just needs to make things better, and I think it will.
In other news, someone I really like has decided to self-publish her book. You can check her out at
http://jenniferhendren.blogspot.com/
Today's word count so far: 700
It's a good day.
End of day: 950 words. Wahoo!
Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Friday, October 07, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Spring Cleaning
Dust motes drifting in a shaft of sunlight made me sneeze, and I swiped a grimy wrist over my forehead and scowled. Spring cleaning always makes me wonder how I ever let things go so far awry - an uncomfortable parallel for my life in general. It was then I spotted it, on a high shelf at the back, under a silk paisley scarf: a battered wooden jewelry box. I lifted it down reverently, remembering with a rush of longing and affection what I'd put inside. It was so long ago. I lifted the lid carefully, slowly, and there it was, just as I'd left it. My blog.
:o)
Sorry.
So, how have you been??? We're pretty soggy; it's been raining about a month now and there's more coming, from what I hear. But someone told me we're expecting a warm, dry summer, so I should be able to get the mildew out from between my toes by the first of July. I would so love a warm sunny day.
Writing-wise, A HAND TO HOLD is in the final stages of the first draft. It's about 57K right now, with big sections still to be imagined. I haven't quite connected with my antagonist yet. She won't look me in the eye. She's elusive. Demanding. Unreasonable. Dangerous. So you can see why I've been leaving her alone. She'll come to me when it's time, I think. And if she doesn't, there's always the delete key. There are lots of bad little ghosts out there who would love to be in my story, after all.
In the meantime, I decided to play with an idea that I've had for a while now, up on that same shelf I told you about. It's different for me. It's YA. It's fantasy. That makes me a little nervous, since I don't read fantasy. It might never be anything - no, that's not quite true. It is, even now, good exercise. This story lets my imagination out to play, like a puppy in the backyard of my brain. And I really need that right now.
I wonder if that is why so many people write fantasy. (Is that even true, stats-wise? I am scientifically uncertain of my remark. Forgive me, I'm an artsy type.) Anyway, there are really very few restrictions for settings, characters, or crazy shiz that can happen. It's very fun.
Speaking of fun, I must go and reconcile my bank statement. Ha. Good times.
:o)
Sorry.
So, how have you been??? We're pretty soggy; it's been raining about a month now and there's more coming, from what I hear. But someone told me we're expecting a warm, dry summer, so I should be able to get the mildew out from between my toes by the first of July. I would so love a warm sunny day.
Writing-wise, A HAND TO HOLD is in the final stages of the first draft. It's about 57K right now, with big sections still to be imagined. I haven't quite connected with my antagonist yet. She won't look me in the eye. She's elusive. Demanding. Unreasonable. Dangerous. So you can see why I've been leaving her alone. She'll come to me when it's time, I think. And if she doesn't, there's always the delete key. There are lots of bad little ghosts out there who would love to be in my story, after all.
In the meantime, I decided to play with an idea that I've had for a while now, up on that same shelf I told you about. It's different for me. It's YA. It's fantasy. That makes me a little nervous, since I don't read fantasy. It might never be anything - no, that's not quite true. It is, even now, good exercise. This story lets my imagination out to play, like a puppy in the backyard of my brain. And I really need that right now.
I wonder if that is why so many people write fantasy. (Is that even true, stats-wise? I am scientifically uncertain of my remark. Forgive me, I'm an artsy type.) Anyway, there are really very few restrictions for settings, characters, or crazy shiz that can happen. It's very fun.
Speaking of fun, I must go and reconcile my bank statement. Ha. Good times.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Halfway there...
My birthday was the other day, I'm 35 now. Yep. True story.
26 was hard, so was 30. I used to think 35 would be rough too, but it really wasn't. I think it's because I'm in such a good spot right now, with my two wonderful kids and my incredible husband, my work and my writing and the rest of my family. It's all right if I'm getting older, because I've accomplished this much so far, and I'm working on the rest.
Speaking of which, I crossed over 50%!!! That gives me a week to write 2500 words, and that shouldn't be any problem. I'm home for the next three days, after all.
Happy Easter!
26 was hard, so was 30. I used to think 35 would be rough too, but it really wasn't. I think it's because I'm in such a good spot right now, with my two wonderful kids and my incredible husband, my work and my writing and the rest of my family. It's all right if I'm getting older, because I've accomplished this much so far, and I'm working on the rest.
Speaking of which, I crossed over 50%!!! That gives me a week to write 2500 words, and that shouldn't be any problem. I'm home for the next three days, after all.
Happy Easter!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Progress
A mini-progress report for my mini-progress. I have crossed the 10K mark!
Against all odds, in this house. The other morning I got up at 6 and turned on my notebook, put some water on to boil, and wrote:
"I dreamed of a hawk, soaring like an angel of death over the valley."
BamBam appeared, and turned on the TV. I reminded him to feed the cats, and he asked me for some breakfast. I toasted a bagel, and sat back down, hands poised over the keyboard. Pebbles called out from the bedroom. I got her up and convinced her to play with toys, then I made my coffee. I sat back down, and read what I'd written. I added:
"Its shadow"
and there was a tug on my leg, accompanied by the word "MumMUM!" and a rather strong, unpleasant odor. Diaper change. Then I made lunches, woke DH, and it was time to take BamBam to the bus stop. Word count for the day: 16.
However, I have added words every day this week. Not many, but my spreadsheet has an entry for every day, and that feels good.
Against all odds, in this house. The other morning I got up at 6 and turned on my notebook, put some water on to boil, and wrote:
"I dreamed of a hawk, soaring like an angel of death over the valley."
BamBam appeared, and turned on the TV. I reminded him to feed the cats, and he asked me for some breakfast. I toasted a bagel, and sat back down, hands poised over the keyboard. Pebbles called out from the bedroom. I got her up and convinced her to play with toys, then I made my coffee. I sat back down, and read what I'd written. I added:
"Its shadow"
and there was a tug on my leg, accompanied by the word "MumMUM!" and a rather strong, unpleasant odor. Diaper change. Then I made lunches, woke DH, and it was time to take BamBam to the bus stop. Word count for the day: 16.
However, I have added words every day this week. Not many, but my spreadsheet has an entry for every day, and that feels good.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Spent the morning nap so far futzing with my blog, and yes, I know it looks the same as it did. I'm going to make my own header, though, and I want to change the background, too. I'll figger it out, just you watch.
No writing. None. I've now got a contemporary paranormal and a historical paranormal in the works, and I'm feeling a little excited about the historical. That's the one I've been slogging for five years. And yes, I'm supposed to have given it up, but it won't go away. It keeps talking to me. I woke up the other day and realized that the MC is a trifle, well, dull. Too nice. So I'm going to give her red hair and a temper, change her backstory, her name, and her attitude. It ain't about the nice girl who learns to stand up for herself any more. Now it's about a spirited lass (named Copper, of all things, who names their kid Copper, anyway???) who flies in the face of peoples' expectations - and she won't say sorry, either. She still needs to learn to control the powers she was born with. She still has to make peace with her mother's rejection of her. Was her parents' death really an accident? She still thinks Kieran is hot. And hey, can't blame her. He is.
So, I'm feeling good. Will I fall on my face again? Probably. Do I think I'm an idiot going back to this WIP again? Yep. Just following my nose. See where it goes...
Things I'm grateful for today:
I'm alive, I get another chance.
Somewhere in this house there's a hot cup of tea, if I could just remember where I put it.
It's room temperature. Outside!
No writing. None. I've now got a contemporary paranormal and a historical paranormal in the works, and I'm feeling a little excited about the historical. That's the one I've been slogging for five years. And yes, I'm supposed to have given it up, but it won't go away. It keeps talking to me. I woke up the other day and realized that the MC is a trifle, well, dull. Too nice. So I'm going to give her red hair and a temper, change her backstory, her name, and her attitude. It ain't about the nice girl who learns to stand up for herself any more. Now it's about a spirited lass (named Copper, of all things, who names their kid Copper, anyway???) who flies in the face of peoples' expectations - and she won't say sorry, either. She still needs to learn to control the powers she was born with. She still has to make peace with her mother's rejection of her. Was her parents' death really an accident? She still thinks Kieran is hot. And hey, can't blame her. He is.
So, I'm feeling good. Will I fall on my face again? Probably. Do I think I'm an idiot going back to this WIP again? Yep. Just following my nose. See where it goes...
Things I'm grateful for today:
I'm alive, I get another chance.
Somewhere in this house there's a hot cup of tea, if I could just remember where I put it.
It's room temperature. Outside!
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