The days are getting colder and shorter. As I type this right now it is a quarter past 9 in the morning, but it’s dark enough outside to believe that it’s late evening. It’s an icky, rainy day, the kind that makes you want to curl up indoors under a fluffy blanket and not come out for a week.
Luckily, I have no good reason to go out, and a lot of writing to do, so HA. Take that, Autumn!
Moving on thusly…
Health and Body Image Goal
I did both well and poorly this week, depending on which parts of the week you look at. At the beginning of this week I hopped on the treadmill every morning, but I ate poorly every evening. During the second half of the week I ate a little better, but didn’t make it to the treadmill. In my defense I’ve been working, writing, rampaging through the house trying to reorganize and sell off junk I don’t want. It’s rather quite exhausting. In fact, I think I might be bordering on stressed out. Deary me, this is quite the development.
I’ve been away from editing the past two days because life intruded quite a bit, but the upside is that I did very well for most of the week. I am now officially halfway through. The downside is that I’ve been starting to develop the evil inner editor that many writers often speak about. She fills my head with doubts and insists on adding new information that would make the editing process last much longer. I still plan to have this bloody manuscript off my desk by the end of October, but again that stress thing rears its ugly head. I keep thinking of things I missed, ways I could have made the story more realistic, more interesting, but to work with all these new thoughts would make the process take much, much longer than I’m planning to devote to it. This…this is why writers hate editing…because there’s always this little voice in the back of the writer’s head trying to make them rewrite the entire story instead of just shining it up enough to be published. It’s like a violent schizophrenia that exists entirely within the writer’s subconscious.
1,000,000 Word Goal
I did a little worse this week than last week, but still rounded out on a decent number considering that I’m doing more editing than new writing. I rounded out on 11604 words written. That brings me up past 350,000 for my yearly total thus far. Obviously it’s looking very unlikely that I’ll ever get anywhere close to a million words, but there is still a very good chance that I’ll make it to half a mill, which is wonderful in its own right, so wish me luck!