Starting word count: 47409
Ending word count: 49578
Total words: 2169
This isn’t really a picture of my day, but this is the picture that I ironed onto a shirt today. The colours are a bit darker in my print out and, honestly, I should have probably just gotten it printed nicely somewhere if I were going to be serious about it, but I’m not being serious about it. I just wanted this absolutely gorgeous image on a t-shirt.
So in this respect, mission accomplished.
It’s really the little things like this that end up bringing me so much joy.
It was a nice, grey, rainy day where I live, so I spent the day listening to the rain and watching leaves blow off the trees in my back garden. I know that some people hate the rain, but this is my absolute favourite weather — it looks like I’m going to have it, too, on and off for the next fortnight, so honestly, I’m thrilled.
I wrote about 1000 words this morning before work and, you know, I’m apparently not taking my own advice from a few days ago, because I’m really just consistently leaving about half my work for the end of the day every day. My morning writing went surprisingly well, but I feel like it was… not quite like pulling teeth, but like trying to find the golden needle in a haystack (the haystack being my post-work brain). Like even getting myself to focus this evening felt like it was impossible, but I finally had a line pop into my brain for a conversation between my main character and her housemate in one of the later chapters of the book and so I just seized on that inspiration.
I’ve leaving off tonight at a point where, honestly, I feel like I could keep writing. I know they say to leave it there (like in the middle of chapters and things) because it’s so much easier to pick up again, but I feel like I’m always afraid the vibe of the scene is going to disappear from my mind before I get back to my desk again.
I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we?