Short and sweet this time, since the party is still going on in the other room (you guys are NUTS).
In my plan to write 1000 words every weekday, I forgot to take one thing into consideration: my husband’s days off. He’s off every Monday and every other Tuesday, and I never get any work done on his days off. Why? Because I feel guilty if I’m doing that when I could be hanging out with him. Also, Breaking Bad, which HOLY CRAP THE THING THAT JUST HAPPENED, WALT WHO ARE YOU I DON’T EVEN.
Sorry for yelling. I got excited.
What was I saying? Oh, right. So I haven’t got any writing done so far this week. Nada. But I’m going to see about doing some editing tonight.
The good news is that I’m making fantastic progress on the reading side of things. I finished Call The Midwife: Shadows of the Workhouse (book 2) today, and it was fantastic. I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as the first one (I preferred the shorter stories scattered throughout, rather than four longer stories), but it was still heartbreaking and funny and excellent. I’m also almost through The Indie Author’s Survival guide, by Susan Kaye Quinn. It’s also great, making things as simple as possible while being very encouraging. It’s practically the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, what with it having an invisible “DON’T PANIC” theme running through it.
Which is good. Because I do. I may need stronger drugs.
I’ve already written my mission statement and roughed out a five-year plan, so the book gets high marks for inspiring action in a certified procrastinator.*
Next up… um… not sure on the fiction front (though I’m finally going to get to a beta read, even though it’s probably too late to do any good), but Kristen Lamb’s Rise of the Machines is the next non-fiction book I’m going to read.
Annnnnd… that’s about it.
*Not actually certified. I’ll get to that tomorrow.