March is supposed to come in like a lion, right? Well, that’s the plan.
Actually, the plan is to have February leave like a lion, March come in like one, then leave like a 7-headed chupacabra beast that was created in the nightmares of Ray Harryhausen and and has since be tormented, starved, and deprived of all chocolate. I think it’s safe to say, March is going to end like a BEAST!!
Something came up where the previous writing became editing, but all good. Forward progress on the writing, be it putting words on the page or editing those there is the goal and hey–sometimes the plan has to be altered. Organic plans, that’s me.
Sending you all juju for happy writing.
Yes, I know–I missed yesterday. Three nights of poor sleep will do that to you. Speaking of which…
Writing is a marathon, I think we’ve all heard that and I believe it. Granted, not everybody’s marathon is the same length, but for the most part, it’s a marathon. Sometimes you can sprint. I did that Monday with my 3K words. (I think my record for one day is 9K, but for me, those are few and far between.) Then there are days you take one step. That was yesterday.
I wrote one page in my page-a-day project and that was it, but that’s okay. It was one step, and one step forward is my minimum goal for any day. Could be a sentence, could be a paragraph, could be a page–it’s a black-and-white issue to me and a win for one sentence is a win for 9K words.
My goal for today is any writing, 1K at the least, I hope. I think I can do that. So, time to write.
P.S. On Tuesday I did write 1380 or so, so let’s round up to 1400 words. Better than nothing, so the day was a win.
So, day 1 of my self-imposed, week-long writing challenge was a success. My stretch goal was 4K words and I got a little over 3100. (I also did my page-a-day project at lunch, so I guess it’s 3100 words + 1 handwritten page.)
And I gotta say, it felt gooooooood. Like dark chocolate with sea salt and toffee pieces good. My goal for today is another 3K–I don’t really have a stretch goal. Right now I’m more focused on a rhythm, so if it’s 3K, then that is fine and dandy with me.
So, a little tidbit about the book I’m trying to word-count into submission this week–it’s not a romance. It’s not even historical. I guess, for right now, we’ll call it a thriller. To give you an idea, here’s one of the key songs in my soundtrack:
Hope you enjoy. See you tomorrow.
Hello and happy February!
I’ve got an easier real-life schedule this week, so I’m going to take the down time and put it toward my writing. I’ve got a project I need to finish and I want this week to be some energy for that last push. I figure it’ll also get me back into blogging, so win-win, right?
So is anybody else starting out February with a goal or two?
Holy shit. I remember my password.
Guess I’d better start blogging again.
I had a teacher in high school, a really amazing one, but she had MS. She never said what it was, if anything, but every February seemed to beat her up pretty badly. March was a celebration because it simply was no longer February. Well, Mrs. Anderson, I now know how you feel.
Now I’m not saying my life is anything like somebody’s fighting such a cruelly debilitating muscular disease, but I’ve come to the conclusion that my Mays are Mrs. Anderson’s Februarys–I, too, get the living shit beat out of me. I’ll save you the gory details, but suffice it to say, I was a damn happy camper Saturday morning, because it was June 1st.
June 1st. Say it with me now. Juuuuuuune first. *inhales deep and cleansing breath*
Truth be told, April was a bitch-on-wheels too, but May is the one that’s always painted the target on my back. This year I got a twofer. Lucky me. But that doesn’t matter, because it is now June. June, June, lovely June.
The Girls are strong and fierce with their ideas, I’ve got some great things planned writing-wise, and some really fun events to look forward to. I tell ya, this June–and this summer–is going to be epic. Amazeballs. Legen–wait for it–
So in honor of today, June 3rd, a most awesome day to be sure, I give you a mighty hymn from the Church of Cayne.
They did it again! The Girls just had me put Hold Me Now by the Thompson Twins on a playlist. What is it with the 80s thing? Next thing you know, I’ll be putting leg warmers and asymmetrical haircuts in my historical romances…. Sheesh.
So, we made it through International Writing Week. How’d everybody do? I got sick Thursday afternoon and it took me out for the weekend, which sucked. My boss was gone, so I was on easy time and on a writing kick to boot? Boy, the Writing Gods don’t make it easy on you, do they?
This week I’m doing some intense editing while continuing with my page-a-day book, so International Writing Week is turning into International Writing Fortnight. (Sensing a theme here, aren’t ya?) I’m also in the middle or re-arranging my writing space and that already seems to be helping. And, Writing Gods help me, my muses (aka The Girls) are in the mood for 80s music. WTF? They’ve been pretty consistent lately with alternative acoustic music and Mumford and Sons and Alan Doyle and now all of a sudden they’re pulling on my sleeve and dancing from foot to foot every time OMD comes on. Fine. Have it your way. If You Leave is now on a playlist. Happy?
Today was also the day RITA and Golden Heart announcements were made and if you submitted and did not get the call, I say fuck ‘em. Writing is subjective and just because one or two volunteers in RWA don’t like it doesn’t mean a thing. Keep writing. Keep swinging. Keep pushing yourself. I stopped submitting two or three years ago (based on the objection of cruel and unusual punishment) but still have Melina Kantor’s Way To Go card up on my inspiration board. Means more to me than if I would have won the Golden Heart.
Okay, off to let the Girls play again. Whatever they’re doing down there in the basement, it’s working for them, so I’m sending tea, peanut butter M&Ms, and enough colored pens and sticky-notes to stock a Staples. Hope yours are doing their dance for you.
Woot for International Writing Week!!! I feel like I finally hit my stride today, so like so many things, my writing required a period of warm-up, I guess. But now I feel like I have a secret key to get going, and I am going to abuse that bad boy until…forever, I guess. How are you all doing–writing, editing, blogging, creating? Love it!
So just as a side note so I’m not the only who just throws in a fake holiday and runs off, I’m actually going to talk about a little bit more today–not much, but yanno. Stuff.
Reading currently? After discovering his awesomeness IRL (Thanks, Kristine!), I am now reading Patrick Rothfuss’s The Name of the Wind, which, like any good fantasy, is going to last me a full month!!! That sucker is huge, but the boy has chops, I’ll give him that. Google him and check out anything where his name comes up, especially on YouTube. Boy be wicked funny.
Before that was The Postman by David Brin, who is crazy smart. (This was what the Kevin Costner movie was based on.) Then finally read The Hunger Games (which, if you liked the movie, I say go for it. Pretty damn good representation.) and then a historical fiction first-in-a-trilogy titled The Innocent by Posie Graeme-Evans and I’ve enjoyed them all. Before that I got caught up on my Anita Blakes in preparation for Afflicition coming out this summer. And if you ever need a role model for swinging wide, Laurell K. is it!
Okay, off to do other stuff and maybe write some more. It’s a great day here in Cayne-land!!!
Well. I think that blog title is pretty self-explanatory, don’t you?
Time to get writing.