Writing Journal

I need a plan for the day.  I also need to pee.

Now that that's been taken care of....

I wish that the Word Sprints Twitter account was more consistent with their operation hours.  Although, lately, the tweets I have been seeing after the fact have all been for thirty minute sprints.  Um, those are not sprints.  Those are races.  So they probably wouldn't be very effective for me, anyway.  Oh, well.

My plan for today is to do twenty minute sprints of my own.  I'm getting bored...no, that's not the right word.  German is probably the only language with a word for the feeling I'm about to describe. Trunky comes close.  I want the story to continue, but I also don't want it to end.  I want to get to the next scene, but don't want to leave the one I'm in.

So, twenty minute chunks of time until I either hit the halfway point or my sister lets me know she's close to being in town.

9:00 to 9:20 -- write
9:20 to 9:40 -- play
9:40 to 10:00 -- write

So on and so forth.

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Update: I did pretty good at sticking to the twenty minute time slots.  Did some research and am less pantsy about my story now.  I did get to about halfway, though, so I'm gonna call it a morning.  Go home and crochet/watch things and do a little bit of laundry and lesson planning until I get a call from my sister to meet her and her husband as they cross the country.

Reading/Writing Journal

In my gallivanting about town lately, I noticed a recreational trail that I hadn't seen the last time I lived here.  Today, I checked it out and took Main Street with me.  Amazing how well so much of that still applies to politics and the socioeconomic situation today.  Well, in the first hundred pages, anyway.  That's all the farther I've been able to get.

I'm allowing myself fifteen minutes to get settled at this Panera before I hunker in to my short story.  That's enough time to finish this up, refill my cup, and empty my bladder.  My goal is to be half way through by the end of tomorrow.  I'm secretly hoping it will be before NaNo tomorrow, but that's the stretch goal.  I have a free breakfast item that expires on Sunday, which means tomorrow it's tomorrow or lost.

My goal during this week's staycation is to do something that would qualify as an update for this blog every day, even if I don't actually go through the effort of updating.

Writing Journal

I've been at this Panera for about two hours and this is the first thing I've written.  My NaNo is still at 8040/25k after last night's write-in.  It might have been more productive if I didn't have to get some eggs for an Easter basket exchange and veggie tray for a potluck at work today, and if I wasn't mentally preparing for an interview that I had after work.  If that turns out the way that I would like it to, I plan to regularly stop at this Panera for breakfast since it's close and traffic in this direction sucks.  If I work at 8, I would need to pack up at 7:30, which means if I'm here by 6:30, I can get in some good words. 

In all reality, I would probably journal.  Which would be okay, too.  And I would probably stop often after work to get some writing done.  It kind of stinks because the prices have gone up while the food selection has gone down.  In terms of what I like, anyway.  Hopefully it doesn't drain the wallet.  But I'm also closer to HPB, like I could easily drive past it every day.

Anyway, I'm going to run to the restroom, then type for a few more minutes and see if I can break 10k tonight.  May have to switch the Rob Thomas Pandora in favor of my YouTube playlist.  (And maybe add his new song to it.)  Yep.  Definitely needing to switch to the

Writing Journal

I'm listening to a new friend tell me about one of her NaNo stories, and it inspired me about an idea for November: Merry Band of Roommates, but from the POV of the seven cats in our home. 

Right now, I'm still kind of working on the dream one for April.  I'm at 1602 words after two sessions.  Not doing so hot, there.  I'll have to average 12-1300 words a day in order to meet my 25k goal.  I'm still in the first scene of the dream, but we're about to do another word war after everyone's potty breaks.

Reading/Writing Journal

I have two immediate coworkers.  One has started reading more often, and as such has spread the fire to me and our other coworker.  So far, I've only read one book that they've both read.  It was called "The Woman in the Window."  I enjoyed it well enough, although I don't think I would have chosen it as a book to read on my own.  Like the other gal pals of mine, I found the plot twists surprising, but the writing of the final twist felt a little rushed.  I felt like it could have been written with language that was a little more parallel to the set up. 

The personal resurgence in reading has motivated me to fall back into utilizing my "Something Old, Something New, Something Random, Something True" routine.  The book previously mentioned was published in 2018 and I happened to be rereading The Mill on the Floss.  I next picked up a copy of Ender's Game (a second copy, unbeknownst to myself until I started reading, but it was $1 and my other copy was/is still packed away) and the other night I put away some of my nonfiction books from the boxes from a year ago, so I chose a book my mom got me for my birthday a few years ago.  It's on par with other books my mom has gifted/loaned me: subpar.

Tonight, I have begun to come back to my writing group.  Just in time for Camp NaNo next month.  And, like so many other months, I've got an idea!  I'm going to do some autobiographical humorous stories/essays.  In the next few days, once this flooding news has come down a bit, I'm going to pose a question to my facebook friends and ask which is their favorite of the stories that I tell.  I think.  I may make those decisions on my own.  Perhaps, I should do that, anyway. 

Definitely going to include when my roommate bought a couch and we tried carrying it in the trunk of a car.  Also needing to include the story of my golden birthday turning into a spontaneous moving party for a stranger.  (Well, technically a coworker of one my friends, but she was the only one who knew the person.)  Will need to also include an essay on each of my vehicles: Clarence, the T-bird that my friend backed into in her driveway when she was taking me out to teach me stick shift; Casey the Cutlass, the grandma car I ended up driving around with one and half spinners; Pamela the Pontiac, who went through two timing chains and was paid off on my birthday; Lucille the minivan I bought for $500 on my birthday and drove for three years; LuAnn, my current van that I bought with $100 and my tax return.  That ought to keep me busy enough for the month of April.  I'll need to save something for July and November!