My Week in Writing #WordCount

The week was going good until yesterday. . .

I lost control so fast!


I fear another I don’t even want to say it is coming . . .

No! Don’t even think it!


And I finished Wednesday’s writing thinking maybe next week I’d try for 1,500 words a day.


Yeah . . . Not gonna happen.

Sigh. It doesn’t help that I just want to be finished with this first draft already.


How was your week?

Week in Writing #WordCount


I’m happy with this week’s count. I lowered my daily quota from 2,000 words to 1,000 words and every day I surpassed my goal.


Sometimes you need small wins in order to accomplish great deeds.


I think I can safely say (in a whisper, lest the Powers That Be hear and decide they feel like flaunting their authority again) I managed to break through my block. ForEVER turned out to only be seven days. Thank God!

And I think I’ll keep my 1,000 quota for the next few weeks to make sure this block is good and gone. All in all this was definitely a good week.


How was your week in writing?

Week in Writing #WordCount

I can’t blame this week’s count on the boss.


The words just weren’t coming. Muse and I were fumbling around in the dark still unable to see what’s ahead.


 FYI, that’s Muse’s expression. I managed to be a bit cooler about it all.



I do know how the story will end, of course, along with a handful of future scenes, and I could skip ahead and write those, but it feels like cheating somehow…


The only way through writer’s block is down the middle. I just happen to be chipping away at mine with a butter knife. It’s going to take forEVER.

My Week in Writing #WordCount UGH!

Have you ever seen a taffy machine at work? How it slowly rotates the taffy around and around. That’s how it felt writing this week.

I’m not sure if my brain was the machine and my muse the taffy, or the other way around. But the words just came soooo slow.  The one day I managed to hit my quota, it took twice as long to get there.


This week’s low count isn’t entirely because of my current pants status or my muse’s taffy fixation, though.

The boss is also to blame.

MONDAY started off okay. I was still positive.


TUESDAY needed some encouragement. I can do this. I can get the work done and still write.





FRIDAY . . .



Yeah, that pretty much sums up my week. How was yours?

My Week in Writing #WordCount

I recently discovered the pitfall of pantsing a novel . . .


I’m stuck.

It started halfway through my writing session on Tuesday and continued the rest of the week.

And I couldn’t help but think, repeatedly, my plotter, pretty colored note cards could’ve saved the day.

A character that had page time some one hundred fifty pages ago has come back to play and I need to remember his mannerisms, the tone he favored, and that particular way he looked at my heroine.

It’d been no big deal in the beginning. When everything about him was up to me to decide as I wrote, but now I have to remember what I created. Inconsistencies can be fixed during the editing stage, I know, but the problem is I can no longer “see” this character. Two months ago I could stick him into any situation and instantly know how he’d act. Now I can’t even remember if he wears glasses.


After two and a half days of trying to write this character along with figuring out how the next scene would go, I gave up and instead spent a day reading his previous scenes, relearning everything about him, and remembering all the places I’d wanted to take him.


I might’ve broken a pantser law, but fingers cross, I have a higher word count next week.

My Week In Writing #WordCount

I feel like I’m bragging . . .


When I say I had another awesome writing week . . .


I’m just so happy with how things are going. It’s like I found my writer’s high. I could write for-EVER! I need writing and nothing ELSE!


Well, maybe I could use some food like chocolate. And probably something to drink like wine . . . But other than that, nothing. I need nothing. Nothing else except writing!

Like an opened bottle of wine . . . #wordcount

Today’s count: 1,472 words

Not a horrible accomplishment.

Especially if I don’t take into account that today was a snow day. A day that I had absolutely nothing else scheduled from 8:00 AM – 5:00 PM.


So, yeah . . .

It’s a crap count. Made more so by the fact that all I did today was sit on the couch, with my lovely mom-made afghan, and watch TV.

A semi-full DVR paired with an unexpected day off is like having an opened bottle of wine in my kitchen . . . any day of the week.

No. Self. Control. At. All.