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Again I rolled out right at 3 this morning. Again it was too cold (27, now down to 24) to let the babies out. They seem to be settling down more quickly though.
Overnight sometime I had a brainstorm regarding the publishing website.
I started putting it together halfway through my first mug of coffee, and about four hours later it’s finished. There’s a new look to the home page, including a new slider. I also created an About Us page for those browsers who are interested in such stuff. It’s basically just a summary of the site, though, plus an invitation to subscribe and a teaser regarding what’s coming.
So I lost a few hours at the top of the day, but well worth the time. I still have nine and a half practical hours from which I should be able to carve out five or so for writing. So we’ll see.
UPDATE: No! Bad Harvey! It was NOT worth my quiet time from 3 t0 6.
During that time I’m alone. The world is quiet.
During that time the neighbor’s dog isn’t Barking At Nothing. My girls aren’t running in and out and in and out and in and out. Delivery guys in large, very noisy vans aren’t pulling through the circular drive between my house and the neighbors’ house repeatedly (seriously, six trucks, six times, not one single stinkin’ delivery) because they’re too stupid to check a road map. Dorky guys aren’t dragging (yes, dragging, not carrying) aluminum ladders along the gravel driveway so they can get on my roof to retrieve their stupid bird-stuff-covered satellite dish; etc. ad nauseam. If I’d know that guy was gonna make that much noise I’d have just shot it down for him. I’m helpful that way. I mean DAYum.
Know what you can get accomplished in nine and a half hours of that kind’a crap? Pretty much nada.
No walk today. That’s for sure.
Well, as I alluded to above, today it was one thing after another after another.
As it turned out, the “few hours” I devoted to the publishing website at the beginning of the day when the rest of the world was asleep was NOT worth it. I should have spent that time writing. I can do non-writing stuff — even creative non-writing stuff — During The Hectic Hours. And I could have put down more words in the quiet hours this morning than I ended up with for the whole day. How’s that for preloading tomorrow with a New Plan?
Anyway, every writing session was interrupted at least twice. Of course I was able to come back and get back into it, but each time I had to cycle back, touch this, touch that, etc. Overall, it was a very annoying day. And then of course the frustration builds too.
I got two good scenes finished. That’s pretty much it. I am officially disgruntled. Seriously, I’d scare a postal worker right now. Even a postal postal worker.
Fiction Words: 2843
Writing of The Scent of Acacia (Book 9 in the Wes Crowley saga)
Day 1…… 3887 words. Total words to date…… 3887 words
Day 2…… 3092 words. Total words to date…… 6979 words
Day 3…… 3365 words. Total words to date…… 10344 words
Day 4…… 3077 words. Total words to date…… 13421 words
Day 5…… 4486 words. Total words to date…… 17907 words
Day 6…… 3739 words. Total words to date…… 21646 words
Day 7…… 1471 words. Total words to date…… 23117 words
Day 8…… 2843 words. Total words to date…… 25960 words
Total fiction words for the month……… 4907
Total fiction words for the year………… 608898