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I have just under 13,000 words recorded for August. However my record keeping fell down and I know I had at least two other good writing sessions that didn’t get recorded. It was probably closer to 20,000 and I can’t guess which side of it.

I am not feeling very imaginative lately. A lot of my stories are character-relationship-event driven and for some reason I am feeling rather meh about my characters and their conflicts and relationships.

I do feel I am doing a bit of neurological growth here, growing out of old stories maybe. When nothing appears to be happening sometimes a transition is in progress and a whole new line of ideas are slowly rising to the surface.

We shall see.

So far I have done 34,500 words this month, so not a lot and nothing serious but some occassional fun. It was more words than June. I might also do some more writing today.

It’s hard to believe but I had just ONE writing session all month. I did 4943 words of a police thriller type story. I didn’t even do any essay writing either.

I got tremedously busy in June and have forgotten to eat for days on end, and blown my exercise goals too. I blinked and June disappeared.

My total words for May was 63,831, most of it kid’s fiction, all of it non-serious. There was no romantic fiction this month. There were eleven days where I wrote enough words to be worth recording which means I am writing one day in three.

There was some non-fiction science and spirituality writing which I don’t include here.

I’m happy with my progress because it was more than April. Now to see what June brings!

My total words for May have just passed 40,000. None of it is serious. The latest story is just a pioneer farming type story.

It will be interesting to see what my average is in a couple more months. One month it was 85, the next month it was 32. That’s a pretty wide range.

So far during May I have written 32,000 words, part of two stories. Both have been fun but I am getting frustrated with myself for not writing seriously. Serious means something that has potential to be sold.

No progress on finding the local writing group. I gave my contact one nudge but I think I need to give her another.

The story I started yesterday is now up to 24,500 words.

I’m tired. It’s been very good fun but I have to make myself eat, and I have to do some more self care. It’s hard to be proportionate when the writing takes over. I just don’t want to stop. Only now perhaps the sensible thing to do would be to not write “just another paragraph” but make sure I get some fluid into me. A cup of hot tea would make good sense.

I’ve taken walks both days so you can see I didn’t let the writing consume me completely.

I think I am getting near to a sensible stopping place. I’m too tired now to feel anything but sandbagged. The writing leaves me wrung out because I type away as fast as I can, eyes focused on nothing, pounding out the prose. The intensity is mentally and physically draining.

This month is off to a tremendous start.

Today I have done just a little under 13,000 words of writing. This is a brand new kids fiction about what the experience would be like of a kid living through a severe pandemic. I started it around ten this morning and it is around eleven p.m. now.

I did manage to get in my walk and a meagre two miles on the exercise bike. As often happens when I get into writing all other projects get ignored.

I would just like to say I am one happy Dondy today.

In April I did less than 33,000 words of fiction. My first thought is that that is dismal, but then I’m trying to establish a baseline here, and I don’t know if it is or not. Perhaps it is March with 80,000 words that was out of the average.

It will be intersting to see what May brings. It’s not going to be starting tonight nowever. I am busy wrangling teenager gaming night, so there is a steady stream of requests for pizza, chicken wings, juice, a pitcher and other things.

I can’t help being disappointed. How do I get the dicipline?

Well, I know the new glasses will help. That way I won’t have to look at the screen with my head tilted back, peering down the bridge of my nose. One reason I didn’t write nearly as much as I might have is that using the computer has been giving me a sore neck. The new reading and computer distance glasses will help a lot I think and I should get them next week.

Yesterday was really terrible. I did four-thousand words of a kids’ fiction. But yesterday my son was on a day schedule again and wanted to spend the whole day talking at me since he was at a loose end and my family was packing to go away for the weekend which they decided to do in the library directly outside of my door.

So while I was trying to write they were in a constant uproar eight feet away from me, the kids wrestling, dh getting mad and snapping at them and an unending stream of requests, find me a suitcase, find me a blanket, find me some bristol board, find me a backpack and so on being pointed in my direction.

The result is that I am in a towering rage, and all I can do today is cry, just so frustrated that even thinking about writing makes me dissolve into cursing and howling out loud.

The story? I took a look at it this morning. Well, it started out in the first person past tense in 2009. Partway through I got confused about the year and now it is set in 1968 with the same eight-year-old girl unchanged. And it also switched into the present tense somewhere else… You can tell my concentration was shot. It’s barely salvageable; as angry as I am I don’t know if I can make any headway with it. Seeing how messed up it got makes me go off into a tantrum again.

Why don’t they ever leave me in peace?