Writing. And some screwing off.

Spent most of today wasting time online - I do that far too often - but tonight I managed some words despite feeling really scatter-brained. Finished a scene in mid Chapter 7 (decided to stick with Sean's POV and maybe alter it later), and started on Chapter 8 for a total of 774 words.

Opening line of the night - Smirking and shaking her head, Mindy glanced at Sean and Mare. She returned her attention to the television as the reporter closed with comments about the news trending on Twitter and a new Facebook page called Zombie Apocalypse Is Now. 

Ending line of the night - "That's actually kind of pretty."
"Yeah, they are," he said. "Even before they open."

Not as many words as I wanted, but I'll keep 'em! :)

Today I sewed. Mostly.

Cut, sewed and finished 4 blocks for the Victory Quilt, sewed backing for one appliqué doggy block, and pieced all of the borders for Sarah's pink and green quilt. Also attended the charm swap at Tanya's tonight and, as usual, it was pretty chaotic. I don't know why I keep going.

Tried to write, but still too flustered from last night's misstep with a writer friend. She'd been having trouble with her story, and we'd chatted a while about it in a private chat, everything I suggested brought forth a reason why it wouldn't work. Very defeatist. When I suggested just letting the story do what it wanted and to stop worrying about meeting any particular plot criteria, she said some rather nasty things about me and my writing, including that my method was 'hope in one hand and shit in another'. Today when I tried to apologize for upsetting her, she blew me off. I know she's having a really tough time - her mother died a couple of months ago, she's long-term unemployed, nothing's working out for her, etc - and she feels like nothing is in her control. I understand that, I DO. I was just trying to help her find a little happiness in her prose at least, but I just made it all worse. I feel awful.

Also, no response yet from Super Agent Bill on the proposal packet I sent over the weekend. It's a holiday week and all - and he might not even be in the office - but I'm sitting and stewing over that, too.

Anyway, there are no words in my well tonight.

Last night's opening line, and metrics

"Of course you can. I can't imagine how awful this must be for you. C'mon. Let's get you something to drink."


Total word count - I was rather upset about other things - was 826 words. I'm going to have to completely rip out most of them and redo the scene from Sean's POV to Mindy.

First up...

I'm making this blog to help keep myself accountable, sort of as a digital calendar, of sorts. I'll try to track my writing with each day's word counts and news, along with an occasional start or stop line of narrative. I'll also talk a bit about what I've sewn that day, or what housewifery thing I managed to complete.

It's all about the numbers, baby!