Some years ago, when I was working as a court reporter in civil court, I reported a wrongful termination trial.  It probably wouldn’t have been memorable except for the fact that the plaintiff’s attorney was a walking disaster.

This poor woman always looked like she had gotten laser-blasted out of bed and instantly teleported into the courtroom.  She had this sort of chronic wild-eyed look on her face, her hair truly bordered on Einsteinian, and she never could find anything she needed.  During her examination of witnesses, she would shuffle and paw through her exhibits with her client scrambling to help her while the judge, opposing counsel, and jury looked on.

Then one morning, the attorneys stepped to the sidebar to argue an objection outside the presence of the jurors, and in the middle of her own argument this woman attorney gasped.

“Is something wrong, Counsel?” the judge asked.

In a very small voice, she said, “I just realized I’m wearing two different shoes.”

The judge chuckled.  “Got dressed in the dark, did you?”

Apparently.  As she left the sidebar to return to counsel table, her face was bright red.  She took quick little steps, as if trying to blur her feet, but there it was, two black flat pumps, very similar in style and color, but one definitely with a bow and one definitely not.

And although I chuckled too as she continued the rest of her examination of the witness seated, with the toe of one shoe crossed over the other protectively, deep down inside I was relieved.  Why?  Because I was so glad it wasn’t me.  Because it could have been.  No kidding.  That could have been me, feet shoved under the desk, eyeballs trying to telekinetically shove the hands on the clock towards quitting time.

Truthfully, I felt like an awful hypocrite for even smiling at this poor woman’s courtroom mortification.  Every morning I would get up in a panic (because my auditory nerves do not always process the sound of the alarm); rummage through, sniff, and refresh clothes in the dryer with a dryer sheet while I brushed my teeth (because I was always too tired at night to get my crap together, and gullible enough to believe the lies I would tell myself about getting up early to do laundry and other such nonsense); jam out of the house with wet hair and turn on the ignition of the car only to discover I was out of gas (again, because I believed it when I told myself I would get up early and stop at the gas station on the way out)….

You see where this is going.  We don’t need to go through all the excruciating details.  Suffice it to say, I was hardly ever in a good mood by the time I skidded into my chair each morning.  (Got pretty fast carrying my laptop bag though.  Raced my boss up the escalators once.  Naturally, I beat him…but that’s only because I kicked over the wet floor signs to tangle him up.)

During this time of my life, my excuse was that I commuted 20 hours a week.  Then, of course, we opened a business, and I had that going for me as a great source of excuses.  Before that, it was school and work.  Now I have the baby to blame.  She’s a great scapegoat.  She’s the reason why I’m late, unprepared, confused, uninformed, and anything else I can get out of.

But now she’s starting to talk.  She’s going to rat me out soon, so I thought I’d take control of the situation and just admit it.

I am a mess.

I have never learned the discipline of preparing for my day ahead of time.  It takes me two hours to get out of the house.  I do my dishes more on a weekly basis than a daily basis…and that’s being generous.

To be fair, I don’t spend very much of my “free time” — haha! energy+coffee came out of my nose just now! — goofing off anymore.  As soon as my boss the Toddler falls asleep, I go straight to the computer and write.  While this is great and I feel like I’m finally finding my groove with my work, I am still finding myself rummaging constantly for items and notes I need and the chronic frustration is killing me.  I hate living like this.

My laptop basically sits in a small patch of bare desk at the bottom of a stadium-like ring of papers, empty Starbucks Doubleshot Energy+Coffee cans (mocha, thank you very much), and paper plates stained with Hot Pockets grease.

My whiteboards are covered with a mix of novel-planning, short story rosters, grocery lists, and now moot reminders (like “wrap Christmas gifts”).

I have boxes of miscellaneous crap lining the floor, including an old bottle of antibiotics that made me feel sick…but I can’t bring myself to throw it away just in case.  Just in case what? Honestly, there’s always that irrational fear that something completely unexpected might happen…like a nuclear attack or a zombie epidemic.  You never know is all I’m saying.

By themselves, these things aren’t so bad, but cumulatively — let’s just say I have spared you many, many gory details.  I am now eager — no, desperate to cast off the shackles of disorder.  I think the writing will only benefit from it.  Certainly my mental health will.

So this month’s focus here at My Blue Screen — aside from racking up 100,000 words (with your help, of course!) — is Spring Cleaning.  Yep.  That’s right.  Spring has come early this year.

I want to be the girl who shows up in matching shoes and clean underwear.  I want to be ready for anything.  If opportunity knocks on my door, I want to be ready to dive-tackle it off the porch instead of chancing it wandering off while I’m looking for a bra.

I’m ready to let go of things in order to allow better things to come into my life.  I accept that I am never going to use that scanner that takes up valuable real estate on my desk.  I accept that I am going to have to throw things away.

And let’s face it.  If we do end up having a zombie outbreak, chances are I won’t be alive long enough for the antibiotics to take effect…especially if they’re two years past their expiration date.  And even if I do survive the initial attack and subsequent infection, I’ll still end up with one terrific headache.

Anyway, I know this is getting long, but I wanted to share one more thing with you.

As you may know, I think Steven Pressfield has written one of the best, most practical guides to the creative life:  “The War of Art.” He also rocks an awesome blog. I hope Mr. Pressfield will forgive such a long excerpt, but I really think he says it best.

In the chapter headed, “A Professional Seeks Order,” Pressfield writes:

“When I lived in the back of my Chevy van, I had to dig my typewriter out from beneath layers of tire tools, dirty laundry, and moldering paperbacks.  My truck was a nest, a hive, a hellhole on wheels whose sleeping surface I had to clear each night just to carve out a foxhole to snooze in.

“The professional cannot live like that.  He is on a mission.  He will not tolerate disorder.  He eliminates chaos from his world in order to banish it from his mind.  He wants the carpet vacuumed and the threshold swept, so the Muse may enter and not soil her gown.”

At this point, I would be happy for her to be able to sit on the couch without having to clear a space between the stuffed animals, broken crackers, picture books, and laundry.

Raising the bar, that’s me!

I feel a little crazed right now.  I’ve got more ideas than I can keep up with, an office that looks like a disaster area, and a Toddler who keeps me on a very, very short leash. I should tell you that behind that rather underwhelming statement is an enormity of stress and pressure and frustration that I am loathe to expand upon.  Why stir up stinky fumes?

Instead I will focus on what will make the situation all better.  And that is words.  Lots of words.  No matter what is going on in my life, if the writing is going well, then everything else is going well, too.

With that said, I am accepting the Household Dinosaurs’ 100,000-Word Challenge.  You help me pile up 100,000 words, and I am told there will be fog and a disco ball and aerialists next month.  No kidding.

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* Actually, we only need to write 99,330 words because apparentbook rocks.  Thank you, sir!

Dudes, I’m tired…oh, so tired.  But it was totally worth it.  The Household Dinosaurs really know how to get down!  Once I forwarded our awesome, stupendous word count to the head shaman dinosaur (Tink Triceratops) — via smoke signal, of course, which is kind of hard to do with birthday candles — I was given a VIP all-access press pass to…well, my own house actually.  They just let me out of the bedroom to watch and take pictures.

It all started very early, with the Sacred Cleansing Ritual of Woolite.

A couple of hours later, after receiving dry-heat tumble massages, their fur bits all fluffed and fabulous, they each carried a lit wax taper symbolizing the lights of the Muses and began to walk the Ancient Path of Par-tay.

“Dearly Beloved…(heehee)…ahem…we are gathered here tonight to honor and pay tribute to the hardworking boys and girls who have contributed to this tremendous offering.  The Muses have judged each of these 60,333 words and find them to be Par-tay worthy.  Funny thing about the Muses…”

[I told Tink that the tape-recorder gave up the ghost right about here, but the truth is, it was 2:00 in the morning and Tink is a long-standing member of the Dinosaur Filibuster Society…and a long-practiced one.  Thank goodness I woke up — er — the tape-recorder recovered in time to catch the end of his speech.]

“So in conclusion, the Muses extend their appreciation and gratitude for the words you helped bring into existence this month.  Their light grows strong and bright with your generous offering.  And out of our own appreciation and thanks for any old reason to par-tay, we each offer you dinosaur gifts.

“My gift is the gift of motivation.  If you guys don’t slam this month’s word count record into the ground, then we can’t have another par-tay, and I’m gonna come to your house and mismatch all your shoes.  Tough love works.  I’m just sayin’.”

[Wow.  I know.  Tink is such an amazing public speaker.  Tony Robbins, watch out for the little dinosaur!]

Next up to speak was Baby Dinosaur:

“My gift is the gift of faith,” Baby Dinosaur squeaked.  “The smoke-filled mith-trees of time part for us to reveal a future bwight and pwomising.  Your words will never be wasted.  Is it time to eat yet?”

[There was a resounding “No!” from the audience, which I thought was a little unfair…except for the monkey, who shouted, “Hell to the yeah!”  Or maybe that was me.]

Next up was Dada Dinosaur:

“My gift to you,” he says, “is M&Ms, lots of M&Ms.  May they fuel your late-night efforts and sweeten your disposition.”

[He looked like he wanted to say more, but Dada Dinosaur is typically a dinosaur of few words.  Of course, the monkey made a move for one of the M&Ms and Dada had to make a dive tackle to get it back, so that might be why his speech was a little brief.]

Directly following the Giving of the Gifts, audience members and fellow plushy colleagues jumped up on the dais for a traditional game of Hollywood Squares.  [I know, there’s not enough squares, but there’s no talking to them.]

After a very extended game of Hollywood Squares, of which there was no clear-cut winner, only a few recommendations, the rest of the plushy gang split when the dinosaurs launched into the traditional dinosaur par-tay game of valor, Push-Pin Jousting, which looked a whole lot like Push the Pin in the Dinosaur’s Heinie to me.  Dinosaur humor escapes me.

 

Then it was time for a little Vegas-style gambling.  Tink and Dada got pretty competitive, but Baby ended up eating all of her “chips” and had to go to bed with a tummy ache, which was fine because it was waaay past her bedtime.

At this point, Tink and Dada became locked in a battle of wills, engaging in the Whoever-Blinks-First-is-a-Primordial-Throwback-that-Came-Way-Before-the-Egg.  They are very good at this game.

After an hour, I thought it safe to join the Toddler and Baby Dinosaur in bed as it was getting cold sitting there on the wood floor and Dada and Tink wouldn’t share any of their M&Ms.

When I woke up the next day, Dada was missing, and I found Tink like this:

You’re probably wondering about the beer.  I don’t give them beer.  They steal it.  But if you’re worried that they’re getting drunk under the legal age limit (they’re only 2 years old), don’t.  They’re not drinking.  I’m not entirely sure what they do with it — I think they may be bathing in it — but it kind of makes me mad that they waste good beer.  I have to hide that stuff in the back of the fridge.

When I woke Tink, he stretched with a huge groan, flipped over onto his little dinosaur feet, and said, “That was one sweet par-tay.  We need to get a fog machine.”  And then he trundled off to bed.

I later found Dada Dinosaur inside my guitar with Lambie aka The Fonz, with no reasonable explanation for how they got there or what exactly they were doing in there.  I decided I don’t need to know this.

All in all, not a bad party.  Clean-up was relatively minimal, and no one had to use any of the little wastebaskets I set out…always a good thing.  Good times. 🙂

Thank you again to everyone who contributed to February’s word count pile.  I hope you’ll join us for next month’s challenge.  The higher the word count goes, the dinosaurs promise me, the wilder and more lavish the parties will become.  They don’t have any money or credit cards, so I’m not entirely sure how they’re gonna finagle a fog machine, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s never to underestimate a dinosaur.

Happy writing!  🙂

Wow.  I barely have stats today.  I’m looking at my log going, what the heck happened to Tuesday through Thursday?  I know I worked those days…though, for the life of me, I can’t really recall those days.  And being that I’ve been running late, late, late with everything — the blog especially — I feel like it’s always yesterday.

I do have good news to report, however.  Being that I had a writer’s meeting scheduled on Sunday, I managed to squeeze in several hours (always of the “wee” variety) and knocked out a 4,000-word short story that was nicely received by my fellow Third Ninjas Omnicient.  Yay!  It was a nice way to end the Month of Speed.

I think next month I’ll continue posting work log stats each week, though I think I’ll drop the week number from now on as I foresee it becoming a bit tedious.  I hope it will keep me conscious of my record-keeping and eager to make those numbers improve.

My goal next month is attaining an even, consistent pace, even if it isn’t as prolific as I’d like.  No more binge-writing for me, thank you.  It makes me…less pleasant than my normal sunny self, you might say, reducing me to spending mornings grousing incoherently during “Curious George,” while the Toddler piles laundry, stuffed animals, and coupon flyers all over me in an attempt to entertain herself.

Though I didn’t write as much fiction as I would have liked this month, I still wrote a damn lot.  A bunch of you did!  I can’t even tell you how excited I am about all the folks who contributed to this month’s pile o’ words!  Thank you, guys! I feel like I kind of have co-workers now.  Very awesome. 🙂

Check it out:  Apparentbook drops us another 1,812 words (bam!), and Heather (A Girl About to be Discovered :))comes sliding in with another 1,889 words (bam! bam!).  The reason for my laying prostrate on the couch unable to defend myself from becoming a preschool art installation, 4,498 words for short story prep (back story, exploring various plot avenues, brainstorming), and 4,340 words of the actual short story (thunk!).  I didn’t even count this past week’s blog post word counts.

What that means is as of midnight, February 28, 2011, we are the bad boys and girls of 60,333 words!  Shazam! The dinosaurs are preparing for the ensuing celebration as I type these words.  (They’re fluffing in the dryer.)

38.  “When the Light Left” by Becca De La Rosa (Ideomancer Speculative Fiction)

Beautiful and touching.  I love this author’s style and use of language in this story.

39.  “Amor Fugit” by Alexandra Duncan (Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Mar/Apr 2010)

I looked up what “Amor Fugit” means after I read the story, as my Latin is a bit…well, non-existent, and it means, “fugitive love.”  Learning that made the story all the more meaningful to me.  I love that phrase, fugitive love.  Beautifully written story, with a kind of subtle tension that tugs you gently forward without you realizing it.  It’s no wonder it was selected for The Year’s Best Science Fiction & Fantasy 2011.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a free posting of this story online (and I can’t ignore the one of the markets I most want to break into), but I did find this cool interview with the author in which this story is mentioned.

40.  “The Frog Comrade” by Benjamin Rosenbaum (Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Mar/Apr 2010)

Cute story.  Although I was expecting a twist at the end, I wasn’t expecting that one.  For that, I give it a thumbs-up.  I like being surprised. 🙂

As I can’t locate a free posting of his story either, I offer you another cool author interview.

As an aside, this gentleman’s website is awesome…specifically his “Bio” page and his awesome, giant ray-blasting “Stats” page.  I’ll have to go back and check out his blog when I get a chance.

41.  “Living the Lie” by Oonah V. Joslin (Every Day Fiction)

Intense piece of flash fiction.  Vivid imagery.

By the way, I love this author’s first name.  I fell in love with it when “Legend” came out with Tom Cruise. 🙂  Therefore, I love the name of her blog.

42.  “Billy” by A.F. White (Every Day Fiction)

This might be the best piece of flash fiction I’ve read recently.  Nicely done.

My best friend has been talking about this book for some time now, and she let me borrow it several weeks ago.  Dang.  I wish I read it a long time ago.

Not only has it been helpful in understanding what my little girl has been going through hormonally and what to expect as she grows older (yeek!), but it’s helped me figure out what was behind all that drama I put myself through in my 20s (and maybe once a month…ahem).

As I read through it, I found myself saying, yeah, yeah!, that’s true, I guess I’m not so weird, and oh, thank God.  It also made me feel proud and appreciative of my female brain.  All my quirks that are innately female and seem (to me) to come across as weak and emotional were retranslated into characteristics that are crucial to the health and success of the human race (we are the mommies):  empathy, peacekeeping, multitasking, intuition, et cetera.  It also highlighted perceived weaknesses (on my part) and made me realize that these are basic needs of any human female psyche.

I can’t say enough about how important this book is.  There are so many aspects and considerations that go into human interractions, and very often hormones and gender are not even on the list.  As I read through it, I realized how invaluable this book is not only to understanding the biology of the female brain, but to understanding and writing believable female characters in fiction.

Now, I have been accused in the past of being a very “girly” writer.  I wasn’t offended by the remark.  I am, as a matter of fact, a girl.  I feel comfortable writing female characters.  But now that I’ve read this book, I’m looking forward to writing a female character with these things in consideration.  Obviously, my personal experience is limited to my age, but I am encouraged to write a story with a menopausal female character.  I think I could make her more believable now.

Anyway, this book just turned out to be a great writer’s resource.  I recommend it to anyone who writes and has any female characters (read that to mean everyone).  Louann Brizendine, M.D., also has another book out called, “The Male Brain,” that I’m looking forward to getting my paws on soon.  Maybe after reading it, I will be able to write more believable male characters.  Get out the grog and the remote control!  I’m ready!

The Hermitess and her smaller version received visitors today. Well, just one visitor…my good friend since high school, Mona.  We haven’t seen each other in over a year! It’s unbelievable how quickly time slips past.  Kept telling myself, gotta send her an email, gotta drop her a line.  People, call your friends today. Don’t assume that they’re always gonna be around. Mona returns to flying the friendly skies in May, and of course, around that time, I’m being relocated to latitudes that bewilder.

But it was wonderful to catch up with her.  Mona is a freelance writer who is also the author of an awesome travel blog over at Text and Candy.  She also brought over the very glossy, very sexy issue of Out There Magazine, which contains her fantastic article on how to join the mile-high club, which was located in the very coveted back page of the magazine.  Very nice.  I’m so proud of her!

Yesterday I got in 1308 words in an hour…of fiction.  I am pleased.  Rougher than an unshaven man after a 24-hour bout of the flu, but there ya go.  I throw that on the pile along with apparentbook’s 1,067 words and Sparks in Shadow’s 625 words.  (Awesome!  Thank you, guys!)  That brings us to a current group effort grand total of 47,793 words.  Squee!  Only 2,207 words left to go.  Wow!

In other news, the new MacBooks are out.  I lust!  I lust!

Which reminds me…time for a friendly public announcement:  EVERYBODY BACK UP YOUR HARD DRIVES!  (Not that I’m planning to jump hard drives or anything, I’m just sayin’….)

In case you’re queuing up late for the buffet line, this month we’re focusing on speed!

In my post titled, “The Speed of Story,” back on February 8th, I proffered the hypothesis that there are four areas an idea needs to travel through to become a story:  1) Yon High, that magical place where ideas are born and doesn’t really involve us; 2) The Lightning Bolt, the way in which ideas are transmitted to you via Yon High; 3) The Brain, that complicated snake pit of self-doubt and worry; and 4) Output, the way in which you capture a story, which is what we’re here to discuss today…which naturally leads us into the Wilds of Technology.

The infamous They say it doesn’t really matter how you get the words down, just that you somehow do.  But I think it matters.  I think it matters a lot.

Don’t get me wrong.  Of course it’s most important that you get the words down at all, and I’m no stranger to writing it out in longhand to try and loosen up writer’s blockages.

But at the end of the day, the final form that your professional work must take — and it is crucial that you consider it your professional work — is some sort of digital format that, in most instances, should be compatible to Microsoft Word.  I won’t argue the merits of Microsoft Word versus some other word processing software.¹  Why not?  Because this is just one of those things that is.  No sense wasting energy trying to change something you can’t.

And besides all that, don’t you want to remove any sort of physical limitations that you can between you and the written word?  Better to be able to focus on what’s happening in the scene rather than where they hid the dang “q” again.

So here’s the bottom line:  If you want to make your living as a professional writer, you have to learn how to touch-type…and quickly.  Now, before you throw your hands up to tell me about your dad who typed reports for the Army for 30-plus years using only his two index fingers, thank you very much, let me inch a little farther out on this limb.

Not only do I think that being able to type 60-plus words per minute is an essential skill for the 21st century writer, I also think basic computer skills, web skills, graphic design skills, social networking skills, marketing skills, and even basic programming skills fall into this category.

I know that reading this is probably giving many of you an uncomfortable sinking feeling in your gut, but you have to look at this thing objectively.  We live in a digitally-connected world now.  Not only does this make information and opportunities more accessible to us, it makes them more accessible to everybody else in the world.  What that simply means is that there’s more competition, lots more.

And let’s take a look at some of that friendly competition.  We’ve got innovative published authors out there releasing their novels for free and winning awards and then signing traditional publishing contracts for their work.  We’ve got authors on Kickstarter.com raising money to fund their work.  We’ve got authors who have earned publishing contracts through their blogging efforts.

This is the brave new world we’re operating in…only it’s not so new anymore.  The kids that were spoon-fed on this stuff are now grown up and entering the field.  The competition is smarter and faster and not afraid to try new things.  And I’m willing to bet that all of them can type fast.

Now, if you are not a touch-typist at all, or are simply a slow typist, please don’t feel defensive or ashamed…or even illogically proud of your 23-wpm typing speed.  Just get busy.  There are hundreds of free typing tutor applications and games you can download.  The games are fun.  And if you spend just a few focused hours on developing your typing skills, you will see a marked improvement.  It doesn’t take long at all.  I learned to type fast in a few weeks back in high school, and I never had to think about it again.  It’s just like playing video games, guys.  Practice, practice, practice!  Once you develop this skill, you’ll never look back.

Now, for those of you who already know how to type, you get a “meets minimum requirements” sticker — yay! — and tomorrow we’ll discuss coding your own website from the ground up.

Ha-ha!  Just kidding.  Really, I am.  But maybe not completely.  I think the more we learn, the more we open ourselves up to having our own brave and innovative ideas.  Maybe it’s an overstatement to say a modern writer needs to be able to build their own website from scratch, but it couldn’t hurt.

But definitely, unequivocally, a writer’s gotta be able to type fast.²

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¹ I actually use OpenOffice myself, which I love…and which also happens to be free.  But I am not shut to the notion of any other software I might need to further my career.

² Obviously, if you have some sort of disability that prevents you from using the keyboard, there are other options out there, most notably Dragon NaturallySpeaking.  The incredibly prolific Lynn Viehl uses it regularly and blogs about it here.

Everyone says you need to read, read, read to understand how story works.  While this is true, sometimes you just need to give 3:08 minutes of your undivided attention.  [Warning:  Contains graphic scenes.]

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I was turned on to this video by Tobias Buckell, who writes in his blog:  “I will be using this as a teaching aide about story and plot, in all seriousness. The sequence in linear order is often what beginning writers attempt, but the drama of understanding what is happening in the first as you piece everything together, with the end being the confirmation of what the girl is and what happened, makes for a far more emotional punch.”

Yeah, no kidding.  I cried like a little girl.  Watching this last night made me want to return to bed and curl about the baby and remain that way until the sun came up.  (Instead, I snuggled her up until she rolled away amid little baby snores, then returned to my desk for some writing.  I would like my cookie now, please.)

I wish I could hear Mr. Buckell talk about this video in a teaching setting.  It really is a perfect little piece of flash fiction.  Buckell also includes in his post a recut version where everything is put into chronological sequence, which demonstrates his point.

I do think, however, that the one thing video has over us fiction writers is soundtrack.  The music used in the video instantly filled up my tear ducts, I am not kidding.  I wish there were a way to embed soundtracks into electronic copies of books.  Wouldn’t that be grand?  Another way to manipulate — ahem — draw your readers into your world.  I’m sure it’s not too far away.  Maybe e-readers will eventually track your eye movements so it knows when to cue forboding music.  That would be cool…and a little eerie.

Anyway, many thanks to Tobias Buckell for sharing this.  I’ve been following this guy’s blog since right before the publication of his first book, “Crystal Rain” (which is an incredibly fast and enjoyable read), and he’s now got his fifth scheduled for release in February of next year.  Go read him.  You could learn a thing or ten from him.  He’s one of my Big Three Bloggers I keep on the toolbar of my browser.  (In case you’re curious, Neil Gaiman and Marjorie M. Liu are the other two.)

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In other news, the dinosaurs are preparing for their end-of-the-month party in honor of…us!  Thanks to Kathryn, with a fantastic 8,724 words, and Heather, with a whopping 15,959 words, we now stand at 44,793 words!  Just 5,207 words left to go!  Whoo-hoo!  Thank you, guys!

How did you all do this week?

Me?  I did a little better this week as far as keeping track of my time.  I suspect there’s still several hours missing, but I’m happy with the progress.  I notice I have a tendency to forget to write the stop time when I get interrupted…which is a lot.

I can tell it was a good week, though, because the log spans more pages than usual to accommodate all the ideas that kept tapping on my window.  Got lots of brands in the fire, which always makes me glad.

Again, the biggest obstacle was the Toddler and her terrific allergy to sleeping.  However, this past week saw a vast improvement in her going to sleep faster and with less shenanigans, and sleeping for longer stretches of time.  Our next goal is getting her to fall asleep on her own.  Sigh.  I am mentally preparing myself for this project…but oh, man, won’t it be so wonderful?  For both of us?  (I like to dream big.)

Needless to say, most of my work is getting done in the wee hours, whenever she is asleep and I am awake.  This has resulted in quite a sleep deficit for me, and I ended up paying for it by losing two blog days this week.  I think eventually I’m going to have to commit to a regular sleep schedule, something that goes against every chromosome in my body.

Overall, though, I’m happy with how the past week went…especially the blog post I got out with my brother’s painting.  He did such a wonderful job, I keep pulling it up to look at it.  Hopefully, we’ll have more from him very soon.

On the fiction front, I have a writer’s meeting this coming Sunday.  As the Japanese noir is still giving me pains — more on that later this week, probably, as far as what never to do — I started a new story Saturday that I’m busy working on.

I’m terribly behind with the Write1Sub1 challenge as well, so I am going to attempt to be more succinct in my blog posts so as to accommodate the fiction this week.  I refuse to give up on this one.

My original goal, as you might remember, is to develop a 3,000-word-a-day habit.  The idea is that 16 consecutive 3,000-word days will be a good start towards developing that habit.  Right now the goal is to have one 3,000-word day.  So far this year, my highest word count for fiction in a day is 1,912 words.  “Slowly but surely I will break the speed of story,” says my tortoise to your hare.

All right.  Here are my stats for this week:

1.  Hours spent writing:  22.8

2.  Blog Word Count:  4,635

3.  Fiction Word Count:  1,912

Holy smokes!  The end of February is nigh, and with my word counts (plus my wonderful friend Marian, who submitted to me via text message her 2,722 glorious words from her fantastic new blog), the total word count this month is 20,110. This is a fantastic number…but it’s a far cry from the 50,000 words we need to be allowed with our cameras into the Secret Dinosaur Celebratory Ritual.  I hope I don’t have to dig out my journal word counts.  Don’t think I won’t.  I am not ashamed.  😉

Anyway, if you follow this blog and you wanna see what the dinosaurs do in secret to celebrate, help us get to 50,000 words!  If you know me in “real life,” but don’t want to come out of skulking to post it in the comments, text me.  Word counts from stories, novels, and poems are great, but if you’re writing in your journal every day about how much you hate your neighbor’s dog, those will work just fine too.  Tally those bad boys up and send them our way!  Anybody contributing will, of course, be hailed and applauded right here at My Blue Screen along with a lovely linky-link to your blog or website.

Right.  Back to the word mines then.  Happy writing!