Started this daily blogging because of feeling low and with lockdown, it was something regular to focus on. I’ve noticed that now I’m feeling mentally better, and I’m back into the swing of writing, that I’m missing days because I’m just so busy that I forget to blog. I’m also finding that after a full day of computer work, I want to turn it off more of the evening.
So, as lockdown starts to lift, which will mean I’ve even more things to do, I am going to keep blogging, but not feel bad if I miss a day or two.
Today has already been busy, I had to go out to take parcels to be returned to Amazon (weird thing is I think the Amazon depot is actually closer to me than the drop off point), and gone to a the supermarket, as well as deciding not to go into another shop because the queue outside in the rain was too long. Got writing, ironing and family stuff to fill the rest of the day with.
I am glad lockdown is starting to ease, but the only place I really want to go is 80 miles away, to visit our son. I’m not sure if things have eased that much, especially since it means crossing the Welsh-English border.
I am looking forward to tonight, though. We’re having chicken wings and homemade pizza and watching “EuroVision”. While I would generally avoid a Will Farrell film like the plague, I’ve heard good things about this one, and am prepared to give it a go. This is also the reason for the early blog today.
Have a good weekend, all.
The days go too fast!
Only now am I seeing that I didn’t blog last night, that’s because I’ve been busy and tired. I am finally making some headway with my WIP. I know the story order and I am now moving through it start to finish. By being more logical about what can and can’t happen, what characters would or wouldn’t know at these various points is clearing the path so I can see where I’m going. Also by doing this, I’ve realised that there is a whole new thread that I need to weave in, and it’s a good one.
I think that one of the reasons I’m struggling so much with actually writing this book is because as it’s the series finale it draws together a lot of the threads from the earlier books. I’m conscious that it’s possible that a reader won’t have read those books, which means I have to do a fair amount of explanation. The problem is balancing that with the readers who have read the previous books, who don’t want to be bored.
Luckily, I have two characters who alternated books, so they can ask if something comes up that they don’t know about. I also have a third character who starts the book without his memory, and gradually regains it through the journey of the book, so I have ways to show the past, I just need to avoid data-dumps. They’re boring to read and as bad to write.
So that’s where you’ll find me at the moment, sitting and writing, and it’s great to be back in the swing of things again.
Oh, and on the natural health side. I’ve restarted the multivitamins, minerals and high-level iron, as a result my skin is clearing up again and I’m feeling generally better.
After a really bad night sleep wise, and a week where I’ve barely left the house, my hubby got me up and out for a walk today. It was lovely we went down to the nearby estuary for a wander. The sun was out, the tide was out and so were we. There were a few others out and about too, noticed it was only the groups of all men who gave no quarter for social distancing, but that’s not a surprise.
Anyway, we walked. It was nice.
I came back and tried to do a bit of writing. Did a bit, but bugger all, and I could barely keep my eyes open. Eventually, around half 2, I had to give in, and go to the sofa for a nap.
The thing about day-time naps is that they don’t do me any good. I know load of people who are advocates of the power nap, but they don’t’ do it for me. All naps do for me is mean that I wake up with a fuzzy head and can’t sleep the following night. But I had to give in, and was pretty much out like a light and gone for an hour.
Since then I’ve had a fuzzy head.
Hubby is on a night shift, so I’ve decamped to the bedroom, where there is no possibility of being distracted by the TV (I won’t have one in the bedroom), and I’m trying to write. It’s working too, because in the hour and a half I’ve been up here, I’ve written nearly two thousand words. Hope to get at least a few more hundred done before I settle down for the night.
So that’s me for the day. Hope you had a successful day too.
The peace was jeopardised this morning when I came down to sit and write only to hear snarling outside. Ginge, neighbourhood cat, on the patio facing off with Pearly – our cat. I opened the door and they split, Ginge shooting down the garden and Pearly straight in to demand breakfast before trotting upstairs to bed.
Given that the weather has cooled down and we’ve had various showers over the last few days, I decided to play a game of jeopardy too – I put the washing on the line.
When I got out there and started putting things on the whirler, I discovered I was actually playing game of double jeopardy. Some kind animal had left a substantial – well let’s call it a calling card, shall we? – within the whirler’s radius. So, I had to change the way I hang long skirts and trousers because I do not want them accidently swinging into that.
While I was out there, Ozzie, a neighbour’s cat and frequent visitor to our garden, appears on the fence. He wanders down to where I’m standing, sniffs the laundry basket and saunters off – straight through the open door and into the conservatory! Cheeky blighter. Inside I see him sniff at the kitchen door (also open), but at that point he turned, saw me looking at him, then he ran back out.
I finished pegging out the washing, assuming Ozzie had run off. When I came in, I closed the conservatory door behind me, only to hear a bell tinkling as Ozzie runs out of the kitchen from the direction of Pearly’s bowls and wants out. I let him go. Trapped with a scared cat is not a place I want to be.
I did check, and what little Pearly’s left of her breakfast, was gone.
Some days writing this blog is dead easy. In over 80 days, I’ve only missed blogging on 3 of them. I’ve proud of that. It ensures that I write something everyday. All so often the words just flow.
But not today.
Today I’m struggling to write anything. Not just the blog, but my WIP too, I’m just not seeing it to write it. Things aren’t pulling together or sitting right. This does happen now and then, everyone has slow days and this is one for me. I don’t like being unproductive, but putting too much pressure on myself is a route to breakdown, so I’m not going to beat myself up about not writing much tonight.
I am tired, my eyes ache, I had a hell of a day in work, so the brain got stretched, I’ve done a little bit sewing, a little exercise. So, it’s not like I’ve slacked off.
So that’s it from me today. Not much, but that’s today. I’m okay with that. Speak to you again tomorrow.
Whatever you might have thought from my blog last night, yesterday was a difficult one.
I had a tough workday, one that I had to extend into today because I remembered things I needed to do for Monday, but forgot to do yesterday. Still it is done.
Although I didn’t sleep well last night, the heat keeping me awake, today has been a much better day. I got up at midday, went out and did the shopping, spending an obscene amount of money for one week of food. Mind, because I do a food list for the week, there’s nothing there that will go to waste.
To be honest, there was a lot of meat and alcohol in the trolley. We’re having a barbeque in the backgarden tomorrow, and none of us are working, so it should be a good day and I’m looking forward to it.
I’ve also done some sewing today. A creative outlet other than writing has been of use. One of the difficulties of writing is the sheer length of time that it takes to see a finished product. We’re talking months at least, sometimes years. But with sewing, although I didn’t finish the garment, I took a length of fabric and I turned it into something that will soon be wearable – hopefully I’ll finish it tomorrow.
It’s good to see something achieved. Word count usually helps me, but not always. Over two thousand words yesterday didn’t feel like the achievement that sewing part of a dungaree pattern did today. Which I suppose goes to show that variety is the spice of life.
Guess we all need to mix it up now and then.
Mental health has taken a downturn today, and I’ve really struggled to see myself or anything I do in a positive light.
Finished work feeling quite crappy. This is no one’s fault, it’s a factor of my mental health issues. I’ve just taken a downturn for no apparent reason. My ankle is still aching today, and feeling down might be linked to that. The headache I’ve developed almost certainly isn’t improving my mood either.
Been trying to write for over an hour now, and it’s not working, so I decided to move away from it. Yesterday I only managed about 100 words, and they weren’t good ones. As a result, I feel I should do more tonight. And will try again later.
What is improving my mood, is the smell of chocolate brownies cooking in my kitchen. My daughter wanted to make some ages ago, so I brought a mix because flour wasn’t available, so I pushed her into actually making them today. I feel the need for cake.
Cake helps – at least until I get on the scales, then it really doesn’t.
Well that’s it for now. Will let you know tomorrow if the brownies turned out well. Like there’s any doubt – they’re brownies!
Another day, another blog.
Just had a look at my rate of writing for the last week, and even though I’ve not written every night, I’ve managed an average of a few words over 1,000 words a night. Add in the blog which is generally 300 words, so I’m turning out about 1,300 words a night.
I’m impressed with that given that I’ve not felt like I’ve done much in the way of writing. Feel like I’ve been flagging on that front, but apparently I haven’t. I’m proud of that. And I should be. I should allow myself to be proud of I can do.
All too often I think I’m useless or crap, that I’m not doing enough. But I know there are a lot of writers who thing writing a couple of hundred words a day is good. And it is. So I can’t denigrate the achievement of writing 1,000 words a night.
I admit that not all of those words are going to make it through to the final book, but a lot of them will, and I’m happy about that.
Part of improving my mental health has to be recognising that I am capable, I am good and I can do. Well the figures now stack up. I write a lot, and I have to stop making myself feel bad over nothing.
I am able.
I am proud of what I can do.
Today has not been the best. I am so sick of the selfishiness of the general population. The First Ministers of Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland have all said that lockdown is to continue for another three weeks, and that idiot Prime Minister of England loosens everything, leading to confusion and to the stupid breaking lockdown for the rest of us. Never mind that over 30,000 people have died in the first wave and that the second wave is bound to be worse.
Since I’ve only been out of the house to go to Tesco for the last week, went for a walk with my hubby today. Usual route, not too many people out. Most – but not all – giving space. Got home and sat down, then dozed on the sofa. It’s not like me to have an afternoon nap, which is a stupid move because it tends to mean that I won’t sleep tonight, but there again I have been awake since four this morning.
I didn’t want to be, I just was, and I got up with a sore throat. My sinuses filled with hay fever, and the only eye has been running all day. Luckily, I recognise that this is hay fever nothing more serious. I did take the vitamins, (and eventually an antihistamine), got dressed, and sat down to write. I’ve managed 2k words today, which is a good achievement.