Tefnut's journal

First the writing stats: 7049 words written last week, or an average of 1007 words a day. It's getting there!
I've decided to get rid of the detailed logs, as writing daily has now become a habit. :)

The landlady visited the flat yesterday. She seemed happy. After all, I haven't broken anything, and it's clean (apart from that cheap pvc flooring in the kitchen). She wants to change the heaters and the shower, and maybe install a kitchen. That means that she'll probably won't want people to visit before it's done. Good for me!

I'm also very proud with having finished writing the technical instructions for the databases I've created for work. A colleague tested the document. She was able to create her own base. :-) I can see myself writing technical documents in the future. I'll have a look into it, jobwise.

Another thing I'm proud of: I've phoned the police to signal an abandoned car (probably stolen) on a parking. This would have given me a fever a year ago. Real fever, with the chills and aspirin and the whole kablooey. Today? Not. A. Problem. Who would have thought that phoning the police would make me happy? :D

It's not just the writing that's getting there. :)

Goodie, I'm setting into a pattern.

Day	Words written that day	Total
2010-09-26	963	23110
2010-09-25	940	22147
2010-09-24	1081	21207
2010-09-23	0	20126
2010-09-22	387	20126
2010-09-21	587	19739
2010-09-20	541 (198)	19152
That week	642 w/day	4499

On Monday the 20th, I wrote 541 words, but I also deleted a short scene. The "198" is the difference between these two, and it's what gets added to the total.
I had a case of the lazy on Thursday. Friday didn't start very well, and then, whoosh!

I can't believe I've passed the 20000 words mark. I'm in the dreaded middle of the novel. The excitement from the beginning is just a memory now, and the reward seems far away... still, I'm trudging along. The plot is shaping up, and so are the characters. It's... well, it's hard work, much harder than the beginning, but at the same time, it's kinda comfortable.

It reminds me a bit of when I was at school, smelt that odd metallic smell from the ink staining my fingers, and heard the buzz of the neon lights. I had the quiet certainty it would last forever.

Writing the middle recreates that perception of timelessness.

Eeeeps!
I just wrote the first draft of a black magic scene of my WIP.
Word count: 666.

*sniggers*

Novel:
500 words today.
I finally have a clear visual image of the village the story is taking place in, since one of my characters has decided he wanted to bike through the most interesting parts of it. The descriptions aren't anywhere near as clear as my mental image, unfortunately. That's really not my forte.

Short story:
I've rewritten the scene that lacked punch and gotten rid of one minor character. I had to reorganise / rewrite a few paragraphs to adjust to the new situation.
Now there's a huge scene staring at me with beady eyes. I have skimmed over it when I first edited the printed version of the story; I really need to give it a good second look. I'm sure I can tighten the prose. Too many long sentences in there, I must have stuck a truckload of double adjectives, adverbs, and compound sentences.
I find that editing is just as difficult as writing the draft in the first place. And that's just the rough edit. Can't wait to tackle the details. :-|