Diary of a writing project. Day 59: So sleepy

Work count goal this week: 47 500 words
Work count goal so far: 34 139 words

I had a crazy busy day / evening. It will all go back to normal once I’m done with the extra-work, extra-chores, somewhere next week or so.

I went back to drafting, for the little time I could spare to write today.
While doing some work, I had this super fun idea for the chapter I was working on before I started revising.
So I went on and wrote the scene.

The scene feels like a keeper. It’s emotional, dramatic, it really get the main character going and reflect on herself. Fun!

For now, it is mostly dialogue. I usually don’t suffer from « white room syndrome » (it would be quite the reverse in my case), but today I had to make haste.
The past few weeks, I’ve been waking up around 4:30-5 am, so I’m feeling sleepy around 8 pm and just crash around 9…
The evening writing time is growing shorter every day, and I don’t write a lot of words.

But I write and it makes me happy. That’s the important thing.

You only fail if you stop writing, right? Right!

Good night already, writer friends !

Diary of a writing project. Day 58: About dogs and farts, and not at all about writing

Word count goal for this week: 47 500 words
Word count so far: 33 886 words

It’s going slooow.

I find it hard to sit down and write this week. I write anyways, but every time it’s a struggle, and a very disappointing one.

All I can do at this point is not work harder on the current writing project, but take some time off, recollect, gather my strength and make a triumphant comeback back Sunday night.

I feel like spending my days and night curled up in bed with a novel, a cup of tea and the old greyhound I use to babysit sometimes.
He was quite something, that dog. He would come over for some hugs and kisses, then fall asleep in a strange position. And dang, before we found out he had some bad worms in is guts, did he farted some bad mojo around.

My hubby-to-be and his ex brought him back from a shelter in Vermont, way back when.
We couldn’t babysit him anymore, and two or three years after that, she finally gave him away. I was pregnant then, and we lived in a very small condo, so we couldn’t take him with us.
Shortly after she gave it away, he died of a heart attack.

He had a good life, after the racing tracks of course.

I do miss my friend’s big brown eyes and crazy farts though.

I don’t think having him around would make me write more. But it would certainly help me smile.

Dear writer friends, thanks for reading!

Writing Tips: How to keep up with the writing routine during the Holidays?

How will I keep up and find time to write during the Holidays?
By being ruthless, mouhwahwahwah ! And by using some faithful Writing Tips, of course.

Since September, I got myself used to a nice little writing routine.
I write after kiddo is fast asleep, about four or five nights a week.
The day job may be exhausting sometimes, but I finally reached a point where I’m happy to go back to my stories each weeknight.

It was all good until I recently realized the Holidays were coming oh-so-fast again this year, I got a bit stress out.

Getting the presents, the gift wrapping, the food, food, more food to prep…

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