As I was telling someone last night, I'm just a word whore. I don't care if it's good, I'm just getting it down. I am taking to heart Anne Lamott's advice about Shitty First Drafts. It's shitty alright!
Yesterday started rough. I wrote 900 or so words and then Middlebrow (aka The Devil) said we should go out for lunch. We went to Lone Star (best fish tacos ever!!) and then to Target (we bought a lamp) and then to DSW (I got nothing; MB got thongs). Needless to say I despaired of ever meeting my word count.
But, on Mondays, Son goes over to a friend's house after school and gets home around 5. Somehow, in spite of leaping up every five minutes to quiet the dog, I managed to write 3,000 words.
Today was much the same. I ran, then stretched, then found various things to eat in the kitchen, etc. I wrote about 1,000 words, then ate some soup.
But, again, as the time for Son to return home neared, I managed to exceed my word count. I think I need the pressure of limited time.
Stats
Today's word count: 3,585
Summer word count: 20,736
(in other news, I think Jordin will win American Idol. I'll be watching!)
Camping Trip update: Not bad. I almost had a nervous breakdown trying to pack, but once there it was okay. I was happy to see someone else brought box wine, there were smores for everyone, and lots of good food. It was fun to socialize with the parents in a relaxing environment, even if there were four trains a night to wake us up. Oh well, it couldn't be absolutely perfect, could it?
3 comments:
Oh my 20,000+ words! You are a maniac. I think we should do a tour de fish tacos. Perhaps across the western U.S. In Montecito over President's Day, the historian and I had dinner at a swell Mexican/fusion thingie type of restaurant, and I had some fish tacos that can best be described by two words: (a) deconstructed, and (b) superdelicious. I would so go back there just to have them again.
20,000 words? Oh my god. Congratulations! You are amazing. You'll have a novel by the end of the summer.
Oh fish tacos. Would that there were foods de Mexico in this hinterlands.
that is a fantastic amount of words. i am happy happy happy thinking about my friend: THE WORD WHORE
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