Resolutions - February Update

    Since it’s the last day of the month, I’m going to tally up my writing totals and report a little early. I don’t expect to get anything more written today and I’m actually fairly happy with the progress I made in the last month, even though I didn’t meet my goal of writing every day (again).
    Because of how my spreadsheet is structured, my monthly total covers January 30 through February 29. During that time, I wrote 21,574 words. This is about 100 more words than I wrote in January. It’s also nearly double how much I wrote last February. So, on that front – success!
    Yet, I only wrote on 16 days. My goal of writing daily really suffered in the last month and I’m not sure why – though work is the most likely culprit. However, when I do sit down to write, I’ve been more productive. My best day was 3,714 words, but I had several days where I wrote more than 2,500 words. I don’t know what to attribute this to, but I am listening to High Focus when I’m writing and it does seem to keep me focused and less distracted by all things shiny and internetty. 
    My other goal this year is to focus on the main WIP and the back-up novella so that one of them gets finished, hopefully soon. At this, I was a little more successful. I wrote 9,926 words on the main WIP, including an important turning point scene and a scene that sets up the ending (yay!). I wrote 3,443 words on the novella, which is the first of three books. Unfortunately, I did stray and write a couple scenes for the second in the series (6,645 words). I also had to put a couple of plot bunnies to bed by writing some notes for future projects (1,560).
    So far in 2012, that’s 42,173 words. The best part is that I’m happy with the content of those words. My critique partner gave me some great suggestions and I’ve reworked some scenes and reordered a couple others and the main WIP feels like it’s barreling toward an ending. I’m very much looking forward to writing “the end” at the end of that story. Maybe in March? Stay tuned.

Pink is the New Green

     The valley turns a lovely shade of pink for a week or so every spring. So it's not yet spring. The trees don't know that.   
     I'm trying to write every day, but this month hasn't been a great success for keeping that routine. But my word count is pretty good for the month. Plus, there's that extra day tomorrow -- February 29th. I'll get some time tomorrow to bring my February word count up and will report back on my progress toward my goals.
    Have a happy Leap Day. 

It's Not Nice To Steal

Dante judges you.

  
   I don't have a lot to say today. No, that's not true. I did have a lot to say, but I let it out in emails rather than spewing it onto the internets. That's probably a better, more mature option.
   I am now stepping away from the computer before I change my mind.
   But I will say one thing:  It's not nice to steal.

Back to Work

Isleton, the town that never sleeps. Until it's dark.

     A long, relaxing weekend here. I finally slept enough to shake this damn cold and I'm feeling healthy again. Just in time to go back to work.
     As for writing progress, well, I did get another 1,000 words today. On Friday, I worked on the story's structure, moving some scenes around and writing some notes for new scenes. This is one of the things that Scrivener excels at - letting the writer move scenes or chapters around.
     This week's goal is to write every day on the big WIP, even if it's just a few words. Unfortunately, my work calendar is packed. But what the hell. I'm up for a challenge.

When You're Going Through Hell, Keep Going

Montepulciano, Italy.

    Winston Churchill said that. That's what the Internet says, so it must be true.
     Some weeks are better than others. Some weeks bring professional satisfaction, sunny days, a cooperative muse.
    Other weeks just kick you in the teeth.
    This has been one of the teeth-kicking weeks, but it is over. That light at the end of the tunnel wasn't an oncoming train. It was a way out of this terrible week. Or it was a bartender holding a Spanish coffee, the blue flame of burning 151-proof rum lighting my way to the weekend.
    Either way, it's a three-day weekend. And it's a good time for an extra day off from my day job, too. I've been writing very steadily and all of a sudden I realized that I'm actually pretty close to the end of my work in progress. The last few days weren't good for much, but I did get inspired to take out my frustrations on imaginary people. 
   I'm not there yet, but I have momentum. This is an odd feeling, since I feel like I've been wading through mud for the last few months on this project. Now suddenly, my characters have grown, they have uncovered clues, they are figuring out the mystery. They're running out of things to do, which I am pretty sure means the book is about to end. I'm not entirely sure about that. I haven't been here before.
     My strategy of writing daily and focusing on one WIP at a time is working, even though I'm totally breaking the second rule because when I'm stuck on the main novel, I've been writing on the novella project. And that one is also getting close to the end. It's working, even when I hate most of the words I'm writing.
     With three days off, I am looking forward to keeping my momentum going. There's that light again, blinking in the distance. At the end, I'll either have a finished book or a mug of coffee, mixed with Kahlua, rum and triple sec and with a rim of caramelized sugar.

True Love

    I spent yesterday, Valentine's Day, fighting off a bad cold. My husband brought me flowers, candy, tissues and decongestants. He's a keeper.
    Tonight, I'm feeling so much better and we're having a romantic dinner and watching the most incredible documentary:  The Loving Story. The story of Mildred and Richard Loving is the sweetest love story. If you don't have HBO, you can listen to the 1966 oral arguments at The Oyez Project, though it doesn't really capture the emotional story of a couple who just wanted to live together and raise their children near their family. I love a happy ending where love overcomes ignorance and hatred. 

First Blossoms

One confused almond tree. Still winter, my friend.