January 1st, 2008

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aaah, the new year…

Aaah, the new year, in which (whether one admits it aloud or not) one has the best of intentions: Tomorrow, one secretly promises oneself on New Year’s Eve, I shall get up early, eat a sensible breakfast, clean the office, write five thousand words of heartbreaking genius, make a loaf of bread, clean the kitchen, do laundry, go to the gym, make a lovely dinner, and have a pleasant, relaxing evening after studying Spanish and the tin whistle for half an hour each. And that will be the shape of my days for this coming year, and it will be glorious.

Then you get up at ten minutes to eleven, eat 4 cookies and a glass of milk for breakfast, follow it up a couple hours later with two more cookies for lunch, go to clean the office and throw your back out two minutes in, limp downstairs to do dishes, grateful that the husband started laundry because you cannot now carry a laundry basket downstairs and at least you’ll have clean socks to wear tomorrow, have another couple cookies for a snack, discover you left the tuna which might have become dinner sitting out on the kitchen floor yesterday when you wrestled the over-full freezer into submission (and are astonished that it is sufficiently well-wrapped that the house does not smell of tuna and even more remarkably, the *cats* didn’t claw their way into the bag), and the only reason you leave the house at all is because the husband has caught your cold and needs you to bring him cold medicine at work.

I love the new year. I really do. :)

miles to Minas Tirith: 375

(x-posted from the essential kit)
catie_cute

aaah, the new year…

Aaah, the new year, in which (whether one admits it aloud or not) one has the best of intentions: Tomorrow, one secretly promises oneself on New Year’s Eve, I shall get up early, eat a sensible breakfast, clean the office, write five thousand words of heartbreaking genius, make a loaf of bread, clean the kitchen, do laundry, go to the gym, make a lovely dinner, and have a pleasant, relaxing evening after studying Spanish and the tin whistle for half an hour each. And that will be the shape of my days for this coming year, and it will be glorious.

Then you get up at ten minutes to eleven, eat 4 cookies and a glass of milk for breakfast, follow it up a couple hours later with two more cookies for lunch, go to clean the office and throw your back out two minutes in, limp downstairs to do dishes, grateful that the husband started laundry because you cannot now carry a laundry basket downstairs and at least you’ll have clean socks to wear tomorrow, have another couple cookies for a snack, discover you left the tuna which might have become dinner sitting out on the kitchen floor yesterday when you wrestled the over-full freezer into submission (and are astonished that it is sufficiently well-wrapped that the house does not smell of tuna and even more remarkably, the *cats* didn’t claw their way into the bag), and the only reason you leave the house at all is because the husband has caught your cold and needs you to bring him cold medicine at work.

I love the new year. I really do. :)

miles to Minas Tirith: 375

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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and, at the end of the day…

Actually, at the end of the day (which it very nearly literally is), I *did* make a lovely dinner, did a fair bit of triage on the office, which has only half as many boxes in it as it did this morning, got some more laundry done than what Ted started, got the kitchen sort of clean, *and* I got 1300 words written.

Oh, God, and I just popped my back and it popped in exactly the same place it did this morning when it went out, and I think it’s a little better now. *moves around very very carefully*

I have decided that I’m aiming for 1000 words every day. I don’t have to stop at 1000, and will probably often write more than that, but I’m going back to my old daily quota scheme. In order to turn this book in on time I need huge vast amounts more than 1000 words a day, but at this point I think focusing on that is just going to make me very, very stressy and that will *not* help get the book done. So I’m going to set a quota of 1000 words a day, and the book will be done when it’s done, and that’s going to be the best I can do.

So mote it be. :)

ytd wordcount: 1300

(x-posted from the essential kit)
catie_cute

and, at the end of the day…

Actually, at the end of the day (which it very nearly literally is), I *did* make a lovely dinner, did a fair bit of triage on the office, which has only half as many boxes in it as it did this morning, got some more laundry done than what Ted started, got the kitchen sort of clean, *and* I got 1300 words written.

Oh, God, and I just popped my back and it popped in exactly the same place it did this morning when it went out, and I think it’s a little better now. *moves around very very carefully*

I have decided that I’m aiming for 1000 words every day. I don’t have to stop at 1000, and will probably often write more than that, but I’m going back to my old daily quota scheme. In order to turn this book in on time I need huge vast amounts more than 1000 words a day, but at this point I think focusing on that is just going to make me very, very stressy and that will *not* help get the book done. So I’m going to set a quota of 1000 words a day, and the book will be done when it’s done, and that’s going to be the best I can do.

So mote it be. :)

ytd wordcount: 1300

(x-posted from the essential kit)