The "delete" key is not your friend (NaNoWriMo)

So I haven't entirely fed the quota for the day, but I'm not doing too badly, all things considered. I went to bed at 0045, and while I had been aiming for 833 words (half the quota for the day) I actually ended up with 1,103 according to my word processor. So, only 563 words left to write before midnight tonight to keep me on track.

The hardest part sol far has been in preventing myself from editing as I write. I had to practically sit on my hands in order not to get rid of entire sections of text that I ended up not liking. Write now, edit later. That's the new motto. Doesn't matter if I don't like the text, I can just put it in italics or a different colour or whatever and fix it in December.

The only time I used the delete key was to fix typos that I saw right away, and even then part of me thinks that that may have been too much. I'm allowed typos as long as they get fixed in December.

Okay, off to work. I think I may bring the computer with me, the way I did in August. That motivated me to write on my lunch hour, although lately I've been using my lunch hour to snatch naps. I will see how tired I am by the time one o'clock rolls around.

I'll find the link later...

Someone please, for the love of God, make Jack Granatstein shut up!

*snarl*

Sweet!

Working at the Bank has perks: advance tickets to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on the seventeenth. w00t!

:::boogies:::

All things considered... (partly NaNoWriMo)

I think I'll stay home tonight. I am bone-tired, and staying out until 10:30, coming home and producing more verbiage for NaNo doesn't sound very appealing right now. The dance they're teaching tonight doesn't appeal to me as much as, say, the one they'll be teaching next week, so I think I'll stay put and not kill myself with too much stuff during the first week of NaNo.

During the Giant Weekend Moving Extravaganza™, t! found a timer, which he very generously allowed me to keep. I have pulled it out of its box and, after a few minutes of puzzling over the instructions (complete with 1950's housewife drawings, much to my amusement), I have set my beside lamp to turn on about ten minutes after my alarm goes off for the first time in the morning. I'm hoping that this will persuade me not to hit the snooze button and try to keep sleeping, as I've been doing for the past month and a half.

Yes, I realize that this is probably because I'm sleep-deprived. Sadly, sleep is a luxury these days, NaNoWriMo notwithstanding. I'm slowly getting a handle on my schedule, but the key word is "slowly." Eventually I shall find that elusive balance between sleep, work and social life.

Ideally the week would divide neatly into three parts. However, factoring in travel times for work, prep time in the morning, etc., work takes up slightly more than a third of the week. Then there are boring but necessary things like groceries and cleaning and so forth that take up time too. Social stuff takes up a fair bit of time, and there too one has to factor in travel time and waiting time and all that. That leaves considerably less time for sleep than I'd like.

Meh.

So, yes. Staying home. I might even have a nap now and try getting up later to do some more writing. I've hit my NaNoWriMo quota for the day, but if I have the energy, getting a head start on the rest of the wordcount is probably not a bad idea. Also, there's posting to be done for Bluebook, although for once I'm the one waiting on someone else instead of the other way around.

Off to ponder dinner.

I knew I had it somewhere...

I've been listening to the song Monsieur William by Leo Ferré, and I was convinced that I had already transcribed the lyrics in my LJ somewhere. So I went digging, and lo, I was right.