Reading a new novel

Daily Goal: 500 words.
I wrote 0 words.
Sundays/Stories Finished: 8/0.

I have had no time for the story today. Nor does the rest of the week look like it has much free time for writing. I feel exhausted already just thinking about how much I have to do.

I have halted reading A Confederacy of Dunces and started reading The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss. The first was insanely funny, but I barely glanced at it when I had some spare time. The pace was just slowing down. It is a great novel and I plan on finishing it. I just guess I am not really that psyched for humor at the moment.

The Name of the Wind has quite the opposite effect. I long for the next chapter already, even though I have read four chapter tonight. The writing is exquisite in places and a little lacking in others. Chapter One was a polished gem. It sucked you in and gave you a warm welcome. Chapter two I was almost looking for my red pen ready to underline places I'd edit, but just when I thought that would be the standard for the rest of the novel, chapter three turns out surprisingly well written.

So I think I'll stick with it. It is a new fantasy novel, from 2007. The sequel is already out and the last novel of the planned trilogy will be out shortly.

An unexpected break for writing

Daily Goal: 500 words.
I wrote 338 words.
Sundays/Stories Finished: 6/0.

Despite the accuracy, I didn't type anything today. It was all written in longhand. I had to count, because for a while I thought I might have broken the 500 mark. Imagine my disapointment when the tally only got to 338 words. Two large sections where I had crossed out and rewritten several sentences tricked me in my initial estimate.

338 words are better than nothing. My girl took an unusually long nap today. I took a nap too, as I usually do when she sleeps, but I got up after half an hour and thought that she would wake up any minute. More than an hour later I was still writing, enjoying an unexpected break. My wife and I got our payback tonight, however, the baby had no plans on keeping to our usual schedule and putting her to sleep was a two-hour ordeal (with waking up three times in the next three hours afterwards, as she usually does, thrown in; but she is usually easy to lull back to sleep during those interuptions).

So I am tired, as usual. I am finishing my blog and I plan to, stupidly, waste half an hour of good sleep and read a chapter or two in _A Confederacy of Dunces_ before I go to bed. I am liking the book so far. It is very funny and I love the effort John Kennedy Toole has put into dialects - something I wouldn't have the skill or patience to do myself. It really makes the characters jump out from the page much faster if you can tell them apart when they speak.