Forgive me followers for I have sinned, it’s been three weeks since my last self-shaming Sunday update.
Life is about choices. Sometimes those choices are painful and difficult; sometimes they aren’t. The last three weeks have been devoted to academics, work, a visit from my favorite brother, and a flu-like virus that sucked out my brain and left a snotty, sneezy mess in its place.
Okay, that last little bit might be a tad exaggerated, but I did feel like a big old pile of poo for several days. In fact, today is the first day in days that I’ve felt even remotely human.
In spite of all this, I did manage to get some writing time in here and there. Usually, before classes or at my daughter’s gymnastics practice.
Although, I must admit that I am often distracted by jabbering stage moms who complain endlessly about their trivial trials and tribulations. So, I can’t really say that I get much accomplished at the gym beyond the occasional dark, homicidal scene which are usually unusable. They do tend the make the hour much more enjoyable, though.
So let’s get down to the nitty-gritty.
In the last three weeks, I’ve written a short story inspired by Wednesday. Yes, the day of the week Wednesday. I’ve always wondered, as I’m sure you have as well, what the days of the week, or the months of the year, would be like if they were characters in life. I touched on this thought before in past blog entries: Monday, the millionaire nerd; Friday, the former jock turned sad, lonely drunk; Wednesday, the voice of reason who hides his inner torment behind a bright reassuring smile. In my blog entries, I didn’t explore the personalities in too much depth, after all, they weren’t meant to be anything more than just a writing exercise. But Wednesday’s characterization struck a chord with me and I wanted to write something more substantial. I finished that last week. I’m not sure how I feel about it, or if it will ever see the light of day, but I’m glad that I got it out.
I also wrote a scene for Retribution. I know I shelved it and deemed it to be a complete unworkable piece of crap, but this particular scene whispered relentlessly in my ear for about a week. Who am I to ignore such persistence?
In addition, this week I made a break through on a story that I haven’t worked on in a couple of years. Ironically, this epiphany came while I was working to outline a third, unrelated story. Now I’m going to have to dig out that story’s outline. I really hate outlining, too. A necessary, but painful evil.
I wish I could give you an accurate word count, but I can’t right of the top of my head. I should go look it up, but that would likely mean that this entry wouldn’t be posted until Monday. I would surely be distracted by something ridiculous and forget to come back to plug in the number. Yes, it is just that ADD in my head right now.
Last time’s goal: I really don’t remember.
This week’s goal: I have two actually. Finish up the rough outline of Untitled Project; and pull out Max and Lola’s outline and see if my new revelation works as well on paper as it does in my head.