Well, I did a major purge which put my word count down to 91309. ACK! I had to go out after supper so didn’t take a lot of time to write but managed to get a few words down… very few. I ended with 91395… a mere 86 words. Still on the positive side so that’s a good thing.
Have ideas percolating… just deciding on how best to get them from the grey matter onto paper.
In the meantime, the laptop needs to charge so will ponder where I’m heading while it does that.
Back home from another successful writing date with two of the gals in my local group. It’s amazing what we manage to get accomplished when we’re away from our usual environment. I worked on scene(s) from my novel in a separate document since I’m not 100% certain where I’m going to insert it. The other, I only wrote a couple of lines – again for the same reason.
In addition to my novel work, I made a start on the monthly 250 word prompt. So in total my word count today is… 15 (main novel file), 743 (scenes), and 249 (prompt) for a whopping total of 1007 from about 1:o0 to 3:15. That’s about 400 words better than I accomplished on our first writing date and I was pleased with those results so you can imagine how chuffed I am with these.
And best of all, I remembered my epiphany from this morning and mentioned my title idea to them. They both loved it.
Tomorrow, I’m meeting the same gals as last month for another writing date. We found it extremely beneficial to be out of our usual writing environment… and being in the company of fellow writers we managed to accomplish a great deal.
Looking forward to another afternoon of creativeness and inspiration.
Now must let the laptop charge so it doesn’t run out of juice in the midst of a writing revelation.
No it wasn’t the ring that I’ve posted pictures of. I collect stuffed animals. I have them in all shapes and sizes… some at home and more at work. I now have a tiger to add to my collection. My hubby picked him out for me about a week before Valentine’s Day when we were in the supermarket for what we jokingly call our Friday night “rendezvous.”
I’m likely dating myself with this comment but how many of you remember the old Esso commercials about putting a Tiger in Your Tank and the stuffed striped tails that fastened around the filler pipe of your tank and dangled out the outer cover?
Well, that night coming home, I didn’t have a Tiger in My Tank but I had a Tiger in My Trunk instead. And here he is. Quite the cutie pie, isn’t he?
I didn’t get home from work until 7:30 tonight. Things started out well but went pear-shaped shortly after 5:00. Was very glad that things got back on track and my cohort and I were able to leave at 7:00. It was reminiscent of days of old when it was just the two of us and we worked late on pay weeks on a regular basis.
I didn’t work on my manuscript yesterday or today but the thoughts are percolating which is almost as good. Yesterday I helped a fellow writer perfect an entry for a contest… that has to count for something. Today it was work far more personal that I don’t want to talk about on my blog but it’s done (I hope) and I’ll be able to move on.
In addition, I finally signed up for Facebook and have farted about and wasted valuable writing time skulking about some friends pages…
At one point yesterday, I got up to 92509 words! That was an increase of 600 from where I left off on Saturday. But then… I deleted a bunch so my final word count when I finished yesterday was back down to 92360 for a net increase of 451.
I knew with the direction this revision is going in, I’d be deleting quite a few words… paragraphs… scenes… pages… chapters… so it’s going to get harder to keep track of exactly what I’ve written. I’ll figure something out.
It’s snowing again. Three days of none of the white stuff went down a treat… except for the frigid temperatures. The only good thing about it snowing is it’s milder out than it’s been over the past little while.
It’s just past 6:30. Even my Blackberry isn’t set to turn on until 7:00 on weekends but the alarm dog started scratching at the bedroom door shortly before 6:00. He could have been at it longer that just happened to be the first time I heard him. Haven’t had my coffee yet.Waiting for the natives to start working their way downstairs. Speaking of which, one just did.
Coffee, here I come…
My Scottish roots and writing by Melanie Robertson-King