Just wanted to send out a quick update. I’ve been doing very well at writing Detective Florence recently. In two days I have written 10,000 words. 5,000 each day.
I tried to write this morning, but I didn’t even write 1,000 words today (although I did get up to 71,000 total) and I think part of that is because of Christmas.
Every Christmas Eve my family and I go to church, come home and eat dinner, watch a Christmas movie, then we open presents from each other. Then, of course, we open the presents from Santa on Christmas morning.
We’re doing things a little differently this year as my sister is moved out and engaged. So she and her fiance will be joining us and they’ll have a lot of presents to open because Santa came early for them as they won’t be here tomorrow morning opening Santa gifts with the rest of us, but they will be here later in the afternoon. My mom’s side always comes over on Christmas while my dad’s side comes over the Saturday before Christmas.
Anyway, I tried to write, but couldn’t because I am just so excited. I barely did anything today in anticipation for tonight and tomorrow. I feel like a little kid and whereas I know the truth, the Christmas magic is still there for me.
Let me just end with this: This day has been going by really slow.
Today is a good day to do nothing. It’s cold, it’s raining, it’s just all around “bleh.” I slept in until 9:30 this morning (I never do that) and I am still in my pajamas…it’s 12:45 right now. Christmas Eve is tomorrow and my shopping and wrapping is all done. The semester finished about a week or so ago so I don’t have to worry about homework and I’m out of a job currently, so I don’t even have to worry about that. Well, other than finding a new job. Anyway, just because it’s a good day to do nothing and I don’t have anything to do, that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t do anything. Right?
Yet, I was reading last night and I went to bed when I had about 35 pages left in my book…why? I have no idea. But I decided to finish reading it this morning and I read a page when Hunter jumped on my lap and purred and stared me down while batting my face with his paw. I knew I should have told him that the world doesn’t revolve around him, but instead of doing that, I put my book down, turned on Psych on Netflix, and the two of us cuddled on the couch for a really long time. When he finally decided that he had enough cuddling, he left me in front of the TV all alone. So I turned it off, turned on Lucy, and decided to get a little writing done.
Kris and I have been doing a great job with our writing lately. She started something new that she’s been doing very well with and I’m continuing Detective Florence. I had planned on finishing that novel by the end of November, NaNoWriMo, but I never did. So I was hoping to finish it by the end of December, but I just started writing it again. I don’t know if I’m going to finish it in the next week; especially since Christmas is in two days. I know I’m getting Pokemon X and Pokemon Y among other video games, so I know for a fact that video games are going to be my life at least until New Year’s, if not longer.
Last night I hit 65,000 words on Detective Florence and got up and over 200 pages. I was proud of myself. But then I look at my outline (which I am making as I write the novel), I have such a long way to go. I think this novel is going to go above and beyond 300 pages, I have no idea how many words that’s going to be. It’s getting to the point where I just want the novel to end.
So I’m trying to write as much as I can every day because the next semester for school doesn’t start until January 21, 2014 and I have no idea when work is going to start up for me again. So I need to take advantage of the free time I have right now.
My only issue is that I need to focus on it. Which I have been doing well on, but I know it’s only a matter of time before I get distracted.