Goals are important. Sticking to them is even more important. I have not been blogging, and for that I am sorry, life is still churning me about and giving me a little too much to do with my brain and my time and leaves me with precious little at the end of the day to … More The 30,000 Word Stall, or, so lost I know I’m on the right path.
Yes, I know. I normally post this kind of victory lap the very minute I cross the finish line. But to be honest, I really needed to not see a word processor for a few days after that last push. It came down to the wire, and if it were not for my amazing boyfriend … More Five Down, Seven to Go! And notes on finishing.
Day Twenty Six: 37,202 of 50,000 words Yes, this is a zombie post. I’m finally catching up on writing this month, and it’s taking just about everything I’ve got left after even my relatively easy job. The need to keep putting words down is making me rather crazy. Well, crazier. But, I’ve realized that I’ve … More Writing Induced Insanity with Cat
Honestly, if Monty Python came by my house this weekend with their death wagon, I might have gone ahead and thrust myself on the top and begged to be put out of my mystery. What misery I was vaguely aware of through a fever of 103° F, anyway. I was unlucky enough to come to … More A Brief Update (aka I’m Not Dead Yet)
Day Twelve: 19,205 0f 50,000 words You know the feeling. It was a long week and you are tired. It’s the weekend. You sit down and know you should write something. There’s laundry to do, dishes. You really should sew that button back on your coat so you look as chic as the girl in … More Whining and Words and Misery (Oh my!)
I’ve been trying to write a post today – all day, and with extremely limited success (try none), as is evidenced by it being, well, tomorrow. I woke up this morning with a mind like the tuffet-like pad left behind when all the dandelion fluff is blown away. Empty, vacant, bereft of my velvety cloud … More In Which the Writer has Wine
Hey can I tell you guys something? I’m tired. Really, really tired. But in a good way. Last year I ran the Dirty Dash with some people from work, and it was hard. Much harder than I’d trained for, and much harder than I expected. But it was also the kind of hard that didn’t … More On Mud Pits and Fatigue