Therapy vs distractions

I’ve been working well into my therapy project. I have 11,440 words in 9 days. My goal 35,000 words by the end of this month it’s about 1130 words per day.  I’m about a day a head, but I love staying a head instead of just making my goal. 

I work well when once I got into it. However if I get distracted, it is hard to get back into it. 

I’m very distracted by blogging, personals site, chatting, reading, games (candy crush, pet rescue, yatzee, mahjong etc), cooking, cleaning. . . Why can’t I just focus? I guess I am just eager to move on. My problems, emotions, and chaos did not start over night, I cannot heal irl fix this one night. 

My muses seem to be pulling me into different directions as well. I’m ok as long as they get the made therapy points I plotted out. 

Camp nanowrimo day 5 update. 

I didn’t get too much written today, because my sleep  schedule has been off. I did manage to get 6,526 words written in four days so I am ahead. I know with my health issues and doctor appointments, it may be tricky to get 50,000 words. I gave myself the goal of 35,000. It just averages just over 1000 words per day. If I get to 50k or over its just icing on the cake. 

Tomorrow, my goal is to make it pass the 10,000 word mark. I know I have errands to do on Friday.

The good news is that my internet is barely working so I am not that distracted.

The other thing is, I’m hand writing it this year, so my computer cannot distract me.  I’m going to go lay down to try and get a decent sleep schedule. 

Pushed back. 

I did finish chapter nine. Yay! I get my cup: I went to walmart and bought two 97 cent cups one with a flag and another with fireworks. I’m clumsy, so I like plastic cups better. I’ll get myself a travel mug when I finish the novella in hopefully August. I know cups are small, but in my current situation they are something everyone can use. (When I get my own place, I want mugs and cups with abstract art or funny saying. Like can’t talk until, I have this much caffeine, or don’t piss me off or you’ll end up in my novel. My mom collects towels, I collect mugs.)

I’m working on my notes and outlines for my next project: The Broken Path . I’m so disorganized. I’ll be a few days behind. The first through the third I will be working on the set up of my book. I want an outline of part one and part two before I start. I have so many notes, and I have been rereading book one. The Whispering Path by Rebekah Wolveire. (me.) (It needs be editor, but you can get it on amazon.)

I am about a third into the first book. I was shocked how much editing I need to do. I need to put my inner editor in the back burner. I am also shocked how much myself and my main character have both evolved.  (Mature is not the right word, but it’s just very weird. I think I am going into circles. I help someone out, and something bad happens or challenges me. Life right?)

Chapter 9 and notes

Today was a good day

I got half of chapter nine written, thanks to well noted outlines. I need to outline an extra scene for chapter nine, so I can finish chapter nine tomorrow. 

I also got out and written notes, color coded notes for project 2 for my camp nanowrimo,  titled The Broken Path. 

Now I need to download my first book and review some pieces. I also made meatloaf for dinner. I hope I don’t over work myself

The Reason Why

I want to thank everyone who helped me decide which project to do. 

I feel between the notes, outlines, and my crazy dreams. . . I feel I need to work on this therapy thing (especially since I feel my therapists are not helping. Doesn’t help I really can’t always get there.) 

I pissed off part of my family going back to help my ex of 8 years, who cheated on me and then I stayed  with him in the hospital on Christmas, then he had surgery before the new year, and I got to watched him die from acute cancer. I think I need to face it, so I can move on. 

I have two therapists and two doctors think between depression, anxiety and pstd that I can’t work. I think its more of my sleep and hormonal issues. (I think this project will let me know if I am ready or not.)

I do plan to work on my second project when I get overwhelmed or do my second project on the weekends. I’m working on more notes and outlines.

Decided on a project. . .

I had written about two projects a few days ago. That I want to for camp nanowrimo. 

Project 1: it was erotic short stories in a collection with a theme.  I have three themes, mistress, motel, or taboo fetishes. 

Project 2: it was a sequel from another therapy, nanowrimo project I worked on. I had notes pour out of me, and I feel I need to work on it. 

I decided I am going to work on project 2 until  I can’t, whether I am overwhelmed or something happens. Then I’ll work on project one. 

Chapter 8 is finished. Yay!

I know as a non-writer, you are probably asking why are you celebrating a finished chapter? 

Well, I know some writers can probably get series of books in the time I have barely got out this novella trilogy.  I fight my health issues almost everyday and on my good days, I over do it and then I am down for extra days.

I wish I could grab a bagel, flavored coffee, and write a chapter a day. But some days I have a cold rag on my eyes because of a migraine, or I’m nauseated, or I can barely keep my eyes open. I write whenever I can.  

I have been writing this novella trilogy off and on for five years, longer than that if you count the how is started as a movie script I worked on for the well of two and half years in high school. 

So each chapter is a celebration and maybe I treat myself with a cookie or new cup. My promise to myself if I get chapter nine finished before Friday, I am getting myself a pillow or cup. I am excited that I finished chapter eight because it makes me that close to chapter nine.

 Chapter ten is going to be the ending and really hard. It closes everything and all of thrill, suspense, and danger is adding up to that point. I want to make it really intense and as if you want to keep turning the pages. 

I love to write, with all of me. However, when feeling tired, in pain, but I push anyway, writing can be work.