What a great novel Stoner is

Daily Goal: 500 words.
I wrote 0 words.
Sundays/Stories Finished: 5/0.

Another week has gone by, flown by it seems, and I have not made much progress on the writing front. I still spend most of my free time reading. _Stoner_ is really good. I tried in vain to recomend it, describing the beautiful prose, but after a few tries I just gave up. If you feel like a melancholy campus novel, then give it a try. You'll be sold before the first chapter is over.

My parents are in Denmark for a month. They, of course, want to see their granddaughter, which means that quite a few days the next month will be very busy. Today I've excused myself from writing, by blaming John Williams's beautiful prose, the author of _Stoner_, but I really wouldn't have written anything even if I had nothing to read. I am just so exhausted when the baby finally falls asleep that there is not much energy left.

Besides, she has awoken three times in as many hours, forcing me to rush in to replace the pacifier or whisper a comforting, Shhh. Each episode pulls me from _Stoner_, but the reading is easily resumed once I manage to calm the baby and sneak out. I do no think that writing would survive the interuptions so effortlessly.

A day wasted watching a movie instead of writing

Daily Goal: 500 words.
I wrote 0 words.
Sundays/Stories Finished: 4/0.

I didn't write anything today. I had ample time, but I wasted it watching a movie. Now I am too tired and think I will perhaps read a chapter of Citadel of the Autarch before going to bed.

Perhaps I will read through what I have written so far of the short story and that way keep it fresh in my mind. For me there seems to be a point of no return that if you leave a story for a certain amount of time it is, perhaps not impossible, but at least very difficult to get into it again.

My parents are coming in a few days. I am excited about how their arival will change my daily routine now with the baby and all. Hopefully there will be more hours every week for writing, but I fear there will be less. But who knows? Perhaps this October will turn out a good, productive month.

A month and no story finished

Daily Goal: 500 words.
Yesterday I wrote 0 words.
Sundays/Stories Finished: 4/0.

Another Sunday came and went, and I still haven't finished a story. If I had set myself the modest goal of completing one short story each month, I would have failed at that too, at this point.

I am still working on the same story, if one could call it work. My thoughts are still on it, when I think about writing. Either that or they are on this blog. I guess that is a good thing. I know from experience, however, that actually trying to write a paragraph or a scene is so much more fruitful than just walking around doing day to day stuff and pondering about a story.

When I do have a little bit of time for myself I still turn to reading. I keep saying to myself, Let me just get this one novel done with and I'll start writing. But there is always another novel waiting.

My parents are coming in a week, which usually means that the next month will be a busy one. Viking-con is also approaching, as is my birthday. I hope to attend the former, hope to dodge the latter. Alas, things will probably turn out the other way around.