Whoot!

This is more like it. Another 3,000 words since Wednesday. That's almost 6,000 words for the week!

I'm starting to think I have a chance of completing this challenge after all!

Cooler weather and the MSN ban have helped a lot. Let's see how good I can do this week. Cross your fingers for me!

Friends

Thursday night I went to dinner with a couple of friends I used to work with (not at the cube farm). We get together once in a while, usually just for coffee.

I admit I don't usually see too much of them together, mostly because when it's the three of us the talk usually ends up being about work - their work.

It's not that I mind hearing about their work, but the employee turn-over is high there so a lot of the people and situations they're talking about are unfamiliar to me. Thursday was no different - 90% their work, 10% other stuff.

Of course that got me to thinking about the friends I currently work with. I have a lot of them on MSN and when we talk we usually end up talking about work when we have nothing else to say.

The few writing friends I have, both ones I currently work with and ones I don't, never seem to spend much time talking about their jobs. We talk mostly about reading and writing and how we'd like to quit our jobs so we'd have more time for both.

My point (you knew I'd get to a point eventually didn't you?)is that do writing friends just seem to have more to say because they're writers, or does writing create a bond that non-writers don't seem to have?

It's not like my writing friends and I talk solely about writing either, we talk about a variety of things, a never ending stream of the weird and wonderful.

I have to admit, by the time dinner was done on Thursday I was pretty tired of listening to work woes. Does this make me a bad friend?

Picking Up Speed

I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but I think I've hit on the secret of making real progress.

The last couple of nights I have sat down at the lap top and NOT turned MSN on. Without the distraction of people messenging me I feel like I'm finally on the right track.

Changeling itself has become more complicated than I had originally envisioned, but it's all to the good. There's a great deal of intrigue cropping up, which I hadn't really expected. At some point I'll have to go back to fill in a few gaps, but that's what second drafts are for.

So, I apologize to anyone whom I usually talk to in the evenings, but suck it up. I have lost time to make up for.

Maybe there's hope for me yet.

Plodding

I thought it was finally time to update my progress bar for Changeling.

My word counts have been so pathetic that I haven't bothered to check in at the Seventy Days of Sweat blog.

I've stopped trying to figure out what's wrong with me. I plod along, bit by bit, I'm getting there, slowly but surely.

I'm doing such a half-assed job of writing during the week, thinking that I'll make up for lost time on the weekend, but it never seems to work out that way. You'd think I'd smarten up and try harder during the week.

At this point I don't think I have a prayer of completing the 60K by the end of the challenge. But that's not going to keep me from trying. You never know, a miracle may happen.

A Musing We Will Go

I think my muse is on vacation. That's why my writing has stalled.

And she's probably vacationing someplace cold, the bitch, laughing at me having to put up with this heat wave.

I seem to be doing a lot of sweating for the Seventy Days of Sweat, but not a lot of writing.

I think I should be some where in the neighborhood of 30,000 words right now. I'm a little short.

But I'm not ready to give up yet. I'll make Sven proud yet!