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Progress Report 2020 #8

It’s Friday, time to look at what we’ve done for the last week. Words written (week/YTD): 14,595 / 90,296 283-words of admin + 4 projects. The last progress report in February. And I think it’s safe to say I won’t be hitting my goal, or getting past my previous counts for any year other than 2015 (I might get close to 2014/16… maybe). I’m going to need to sit down and transcribe all of the hand written stuff that’s been piling up and hasn’t made it into one of these reports yet. The pile is getting mighty high. 28 pages edited I’m squarely in the middle of a list of short stories that need editing. But they’re complete messes, so they’re taking more time than some of the other things I’ve had to edit lately. Hopefully I can pick up the pace next week. What I’m reading I made my way through Desperate Measures and A Worthy Opponent by Katee Robert this last week. And finished Quackery by Lidya Kang. All three were lovely in their own way.

Progress Report 2020 #7

It’s Friday, time to look at what we’ve done for the last week. Catching up on a week’s worth of day-job work has felt like slogging through a swamp. But I’ve managed to find some solid ground, so I think the worst of it’s over. Words written (week/YTD): 7,527 / 75,418 137-words of admin + 3 projects. It is a testament to how ingrained my feelings of Productivity=Worth are that before I actually pulled these numbers I thought I’d basically “failed” this week. I mean… it’s still chewing at the back of my mind because I didn’t pass the 10K mark. But I’m working on those feelings of “NEED TO WRITE ALL THE WORDS.” It’s an uphill battle… like, 5.15. But I managed to pass 2015’s February count of just over 30,000-words. And the reason I track things like that is to keep me from feeling like I’ve failed the whole month. 132 pages edited Despite some attempts at interference from my two little assistants, I got a decent amount of editing done in three sessions on Tuesday/Wedn

Progress Report 2020 #6

It’s Friday, time to look at what we’ve done for the last week. (a little late) Earl had a minor surgery this last Tuesday, and we’ve been having a recovery week since then, so I’ve been writing, but it has been spotty. Words written (week/YTD): 11,808 / 67,365 607-words of admin + 3 projects. Two of the projects are on the “finish this month list”... the other wasn’t. But when you’re sitting in a recovery room, waiting for someone to come out of surgery, you work on what your brain lets you. 0 pages edited In pre-surgery prep and other distractions, I didn’t get a single page edited this week. What I’m reading Nothing new this week. Did some comfort re-reads this week in between episodes of Brooklyn 99 and Assassin’s Creed.

Progress Report 2020 #5

It’s Friday, time to look at what we’ve done for the last week. First week of February is in the books, and I’m mostly recovered from the sickness that gripped me the final week of January. It only feels like I’m breathing through moth wings about 25% of the time. Despite that, I managed to push through and get a decent amount of work in. Words written (week/YTD): 13,613 / 55,557 967-words of admin + 4 projects. I’ve got 5 projects I’d like to finish this month. Among them is a short story (about 6K) that I haven’t’ started yet, and a 905th draft that is in its final edit (at just shy of 111k). Never let it be said I only write one length of work. As always, though. I am feeling SUPER distractible, and have a hundred and a half projects that are on various back burners that are fighting for my attention, so we’ll see who wins out in my “do what you want” Sunday writing sessions. I managed to finish two drafts. One was a first/fast draft, which means that it’s only at 88


Month two, 2020. Does anyone else feel like January was a bit of a wash? Maybe it’s because I spent the last week of it sick as anything, or maybe it’s because I wound up 5,800-words shy of my word count goal. I don’t know. Something about the month was vaguely disappointing. February’s question: Has a single photo or work of art ever inspired a story? What was it and did you finish it? Most of the time, if a photo/work of art inspires me, it’s for a specific setting/character/scene. Sometimes, it’s just the general feel that pulls me. But it’s rare for a single piece to inspire the entirety of another in me. However…. Back in 2012, a local magazine decided to put out a call for exactly that. They asked for short stories and poems based on (your choice of) a single item housed within the Phoenix Art Museum. I thought it sounded like fun, so I took a walk and meandered the halls, looking for something that spoke to me. Two things did. One inspired a long form poem t