Back on writing track! Sort of. Actually. Not as on track as I should be. But I'm glaring at the computer less, so that's fun. For both me and the computer. Takes everything so personally.
I'd like to take a moment to mention that cats are incredibly detrimental to writing. Since I scooted closer to the desk, thusly removing my lap as a place for her to relax and look generally cute, she decided it was important to drape her ass over my keyboard. Which is a bit excessive, I think.
Anyway. Writing. I actually have no idea where I am for this month. Well, that's a lie. I do know I'm terribly far behind, because I haven't updated my little excel spreadsheet. I have written down my numbers on a post it (see previous posts for issues regarding post its and their excessive use) which just means I'll be losing it at some point in the near future. Still, I see the numbers on the post it, and they're not good. As in, one day I have '28' and '71'. The number of words I wrote on that day on two different stories. Yes. Really. 28. That's all I managed. That is less than a hundred words in a day combined. And it's not even like I really sweated it out to get those hundred words. Those hundred words aren't spun out of gold, I'm no eloquent wordsmith, and we all know already that the first draft I just kind of slap down on the page. So basically, I just threw down some words in one breath, and then decided I couldn't be arsed to do anything useful for the rest of the day.
Guh.
However. I have still been making some progress. And even in my non helpful days, I have been doing a lot of reading, which I can hope improves my own writing. I did finally read the Hunger Games in its entirety. And I gotta say, third book was pretty lame. I liked a lot of the plot points, just kind of wished maybe someone else had written it. Or maybe wish the author would have read all three of her books together and been like....wait. This one sucks! needs work. (see how I was more tactful there? You're welcome Collins)
It didn't really suck. It was just a pretty substantial let down from the first two. Where as those compelled me to keep reading, the last one would have convinced me to stop. Good thing there isn't a fourth. Cause it would have been ignored.
And then along with that, I've been reading more fanfic! Which is a fun guilty pleasure, and I've actually been reviewing again! So that makes me feel like I'm all special and a good Samaritan* mostly because I've set the bar bar? what bar, I have no standards pretty low. So anything makes me feel like that. Wrapper on the ground? Pick it up! I'm awesome** Putting a dish in the dishwasher immediately instead of on the counter? Who is this miracle of wonder??? There's no asterisk there, that's just...about as egocentric as I can get, so I didn't feel the need to translate.
Also, to completely prove that I'm an uber weird stalker. Some twitter celebrity, who may or may not be related to Doctor Who, suggested The Wild Youth by Daughters, and on a whim I decided to listen. And oh god, it's LOVELY. I thought Home was my favorite favorite, because I liked it immediately. But then Love really grew on me. Not that the other songs aren't equally as nice and moody and melody-dramatic (not to be confused with melodramatic. Yes I'm making up words. Still applies.) but those two are the ones that I kind of obsessively restart from time to time so I can listen again. I'm sure the neighbors love me.
*Superman. I feel like superman. With a cape.
**I AM A GOLDEN GOD! ...AGAIN
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