So. How many words have I written on my novel since I plunked in those 50,000+ words last Friday?
Zero. None. Bupkiss.
What have I done?
Well aside from a whole lot of laundry, dish washing, cat chasing, and student paper grading, student paper gathering, scarf/stole knitting for presents, writing diaries, and wandering around the neighborhood looking for a missing Emerson (aka goofy and young yellow lab)?
Not a whole lot.
At least not on the novel...
BTW...Emerson was found about 5 miles away.
I did print out what I have. It comes out to 147 pages if you 1.5 space it.
I printed it out in booklet form, which not only put two pages on one sheet of paper, I was also able to do the whole double sided printing thing. SO after I cut it in half, I discovered that I have a book about the size of a trade paperback. That's kinda cool.
So then I get this scrapbooking bug. It always happens when I'm in procrastination mode.
Found some hard cardboard (like the backs of spiral notebooks) and cut them down to fit my new book. Went out and found some scrapbook paper. And at the moment, I'm in the process of covering those cover boards with the paper. Also took some of the brown blank paper I've got in the craft bin and cut that down to size to make dividers between chapters as well as places to make notes...and paste in relevant cast and location pictures.
Once everything is put together, I'll go up to Staples to have them punch the holes so that I can recycle one of the metal spiral things from an old notebook.
As I'm doing all of this stuff...I'm thinking about what it is that I want my characters to do next. Where do I want them to go? Is that love interest really love? Or is it just a little lust? Does Aunt Ginny live in the end? What happens to Anton (aka Mr. Bad Guy)?
Oh...and how long till Danger Kitty misjudges the distance on her next jump and falls to the ground (she's done it at least once since I started writing this diary.)?
What's up with your writing?