November 16, 2022
Week 110
Emotional State: I have no idea
Consistency & NanoWrimo
I can say I’m writing, but I’m not writing as consistently as I wanted to. Yes, my move is part of that, but a bigger part is just getting my butt in the seat and doing it.
Instead, I organize a closet, or look at a desk for my office space, or scroll social media. I’ve got no excuses. I have plenty of time to sit down and write. I’m just not doing it.
I’ve made progress, 17k so far, but that’s about 16k short of where I need to be to get this entire book written this month. And it’s causing me anxiety because I have a schedule I want to stick with to publish four books a year. Yes, it’s my schedule and I can change it, but I don’t want to. I want to hold my feet to the fire and get the lead out, pound out those words, and reignite my writing fire, and every other cliche you can think of to put there.
So how am I going to get it done? I have no idea.
I did manage to write the awkward romance scene that was next up and made me uncomfortable just thinking about how to get it down on the page. Why? Because I’m not romantic. It’s true – just ask my world builder. I’ve missed many a romance cue from him just by being me – practical and no nonsense.
The scene works and works well… I think. I’ll have to find people to read it and tell me how off I am, starting with my world builder.
Life
In other news, we’re mostly unpacked. Trying to tetris a larger kitchen worth of stuff into a galley kitchen has been fun. The world builder has a plan (it’s not a bad plan), but I still spend too much time asking where X is and why isn’t Y out and why can’t we just put that there (he unpacked the kitchen while I did the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms).
Cooking Thanksgiving should be a blast (yes, that’s sarcasm).
We’re adjusting to the way of things in our new town, but as with any new move to a new place are finding some frustrations where another state did it better. For example, our house is in a planned community and rather than have mailboxes on the house itself, there’s a central location for them.
Fine. Okay, I’ll walk down the road to get the mail. Except the landlord asked them to change the lock a month ago and they didn’t do it. We’ve called four times and been told all four times – the guy is out doing it. Yeah, it’s been 10 days with no mail and I’m getting annoyed. We can’t update driver’s licenses without our mail (proof of address for REAL ID) or you know, see if we have anything that needs immediate attention.
Do we get that kind of mail? No. But we might.
And there are about seven different grocery store chains here. SEVEN. Why? I have no idea. I had to research which one is which and what their differences are. I’m still figuring out and it’s been entertaining, especially since I need gluten-free products (not a choice) and not all stores have the same type of product.
We’ve not explored much because we’re still digging out from the boxes and cramming large furniture into smaller spaces. Have I mentioned we downsized but didn’t downsize enough?
It’s like my world flip-flopped. Less words but more stuff instead of less stuff but more words. How do I get my world turned rightside up now that I’ve turned it wrongside down?
I have no idea. But I’m working on it.