First off, holy cheese, Batman. So many great folks stopped by after last week’s #WIPpet #ROW80 post! I couldn’t believe the welcome I got from both groups. Am feeling pretty special as a result. Thanks, guys.
Here are the writing goals I sallied forth with last week:
- Submit one query to an agent per day.
- Write 1,000 words per day.
- Blog at least 3 times a week.
Here’s my progress for last week:
- Submitted two queries.
- 7/23 21,918 (+1,059)
7/24 23,241 (+1,323)
7/25 24,578 (+1,337)
7/26 26,252 (+1,674)
- Blogged 3 times. Woo!
And as long as we’re playing with lists, here are three reasons I didn’t get more done:
- Was thinking about it hard, and third person might work better than first. Is 26K in too late to change my mind? Either way, I’m stymied until I decide.
- My gallbladder. Everything can be blamed on my gallbladder. It’s faulty, funky and just generally disagreeable. It’s also coming out sometime
- Hubs and I launched a whole-house project last week. A room by room deep clean and declutter. I work 7-5, get home at 5:30. Time=scarce. Back=aching.
Man, lists really help feel like I’m getting a handle on things. I should show you my room by room house cleaning list. It’s like 14 pages long.
Okay, last one, I promise. This list contains my revised goals for the week:
- Am changing perspective to 3rd. Gulp. Will edit 10 pages per day till done, then back to 1,000 new per day.
- Blog 3 times.
- Daily social media efforts: FB, Twitter, Pinterest, blog visits/comments.
Did I mention that “failure” doesn’t bother me? Achieving goals is fun and stuff, but for me, the real enjoyment comes from dreaming big and actually knowing I could do it all. If the planets lined up right. I’m cool with falling short sometimes–knowing I could if it weren’t for this damned stupid gallbladder or the fact that I was scrubbing dried toothpaste out of bathroom crevices last night instead of writing is enough for me. Lack of trying anything at all is where the real failure’s at.
Lastly, but not leastly, a #WIPpet snippet. Today is the 30th, and I’m going to do some fancy math, like some of the other WIPpeteers I’ve seen. 30×4-36+(-43)=41. Here’s a random piece from page 41.
The sight of what had to be Brynna’s “house” stopped me in my tracks and I stared, forgetting for a moment about being crippled permanently from a hike that distance. The only teepees I’d ever seen before were in books, and had things like antelope and buffalo pictographs painted on them. This one rose out of the field like a gigantic trellis, painted beautifully with a riot of flowers in every color of the rainbow and then some. Roses and morning glories and fuchsia and lavender and sunflowers and dozens of others that I couldn’t even name. There was a small fenced in pasture behind it with two more goats—the tall kind with soft-looking, lop ears—and gardens surrounding the teepee on the other three sides. Out of a flap at the top where the support poles bristled together, a thin stream of woodsmoke rose, the smell reminding me of the bonfires my grandma held here during my childhood to celebrate things like the changing of the seasons and birthdays of friends. Beyond the tepee, rose the mountains in the distance, their tops clearly outlined against the brilliant, rain-washed blue of the sky. It was idyllic.
“Is this Brynna’s place?”
Sunny snorted. “Gaudy, isn’t it?”
I turned to look at her in disbelief. I hadn’t realized it before, but her wild, rainbowed bandanna sported rows of small, dancing bears and had multi-colored sequins on it that flashed in the late morning sunlight. Sunny had a weird concept of gaudy.
How ’bout you? Do you heart lists? How’d you do on your goals for the week?