What a day. Office uninstalling and reinstalling randomly on my work laptop, power outages, internet outages, VPN outages, brain outages.
On the plus side, I got a little time to catch up. So that’s nice.
Sometimes, the best technology is no technology.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1598 words, novel: Father LightningThat’s all I can say about today. It started off with nothing going right and everything else deciding sideways was the direction to go.
And it never got better. By the time I gave up and sat down with a beer, it was too late.
It’s times like this when the oblivion of alcoholism and drug addiction look enticing.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1560 words, novel: Father LightningI’m surprised actually at how well I’ve managed to stay on top of my writing while working at the office.
The extra time it takes to make a lunch, walk to work, walk home and the lost time during breaks and lunches… I figured it would kill my momentum.
The good news is it didn’t. I figured out how to hit my daily and my overall (often two different things), without sacrificing anything else. It makes for a jam-packed week, especially when you’ve got birthdays and all-you-can-eat sushi in the midst of it.
Hopefully, staying caught up means less pressure in the next couple of weeks while I’m home and that reclaimed time can be put to good use, like reading or video games or orgasms.
Only time will tell.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 222 words, novel: Father LightningAnd we’re onto the fifth draft. I’m just ironing the kinks out for what needs to happen, because there’s some pretty big changes; no major structural changes, just a lot of big plot holes and missed opportunities to plug and/or take advantage of.
A lot of work is incoming.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 777 words, novel: Father LightningYesterday was letter printing day.
My body hates me, and rightfully so.
That’s too much twist and stand, not enough sleep and fuck.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1514 words, novel: Father LightningYep, got a case of them. Trying to remember to be nice to myself and others anyway.
Of course, in my opinion, the nicest thing I could do for myself would be to sleep in an empty house, surrounded by books, video games and loud music in my headphones.
But that’s unlikely to happen, so I guess shitshow it is.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1756 word, novel: Father LightningI’m starting to really resent being in the office. I don’t know what’s going to happen if we ever go back full time. I think I’ll have to give up video gaming, because I’ll never be able to write again otherwise. I can barely find time to read now.
Fuck.
This job is killing my free time, as well as my spirit.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1940 words, novel: Father LightningThey are always the longest, and I find myself lost to task, yet again. Fucking hell.
What am I thankful for?
A lottery win, hopefully, so I can quit work and have time to live.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1488 words, novel: Father LightningMan, I cannot get it together today. I can’t focus on a damn thing.
It’s probably the exhaustion, the strain of working a full time job and still doing part-time authoring stuff, even though no one is asking me to.
But I don’t know what to do about it. Sleep, apparently, isn’t an option. Every time I try to set up a day to sleep in and purely relax, someone shows up with demands on my time and the day is gone.
I am nearing collapse.
Target: 1500 words
Written: 1506 words, novel: Father LightningI even the guy who works the gate. Easy job, gets to sit around and be all Zen stoned all day. Man, I’d have written ten novels by now if that’s all I had in my day job. Probably pays well too.
Target: 1500 words
Written: 1068 words, novel: Father Lightning