Daily Goal: 500 words.
Yesterday I wrote 0 words.
Sundays/Stories finished: 2/0.
A few days ago I was on my way to bed when I realized that I hadn't updated my blog. I normally rush out a post at that point, but that night I thought, What the heck, no one will miss one blog post. The next night, same scenario, it was rather easier to miss the update. Easier still the third night.
So I have finally ended the bad habit and sit here in front of my tablet and keyboard. Those are the only good news, however, on the writing front. I have written almost nothing these last few days. I did have a good idea for a story and the only serious writing I have done is a synopsis and a few notes concerning that idea.
The idea is reminiscent of the first story I never wrote when I first started this blog, about two boys who want to cross a river, but there is a nice sinister twist this time around and I can't wait for a nice quite time when I can sit down and write a draft.
On the non-literary front all is well, but hectic. We are still unpacking and getting everything sorted. Our apartment is much smaller than my parents's. All the stuff that didn't take up that much space at their apartment now floods this one. Whenever we clean one room, we move all the stuff into the other room and then we move it back again to clean the... And so on.
Yesterday I wrote 0 words.
Sundays/Stories finished: 2/0.
A few days ago I was on my way to bed when I realized that I hadn't updated my blog. I normally rush out a post at that point, but that night I thought, What the heck, no one will miss one blog post. The next night, same scenario, it was rather easier to miss the update. Easier still the third night.
So I have finally ended the bad habit and sit here in front of my tablet and keyboard. Those are the only good news, however, on the writing front. I have written almost nothing these last few days. I did have a good idea for a story and the only serious writing I have done is a synopsis and a few notes concerning that idea.
The idea is reminiscent of the first story I never wrote when I first started this blog, about two boys who want to cross a river, but there is a nice sinister twist this time around and I can't wait for a nice quite time when I can sit down and write a draft.
On the non-literary front all is well, but hectic. We are still unpacking and getting everything sorted. Our apartment is much smaller than my parents's. All the stuff that didn't take up that much space at their apartment now floods this one. Whenever we clean one room, we move all the stuff into the other room and then we move it back again to clean the... And so on.
