Monday 30 September 2019
I can’t believe it’s October tomorrow. How fast has this year gone again? I have a book due in at the end of the month. I need to pull my finger out.
Friday morning went fairly well. I wrote my daily blog post first, queried another publisher about whether or not they consider self-published works – but they look like a subsidy publisher, so I may not pursue them too hard – and then I went into my 25-minute Pomodoros.
No jobs took my fancy on the jobs board, but the promised editing job came in from Hong Kong. I also did some admin for Diane’s Gig List.
The afternoon went completely pear-shaped. I went out in my dinner break to do the weekly shopping, and all the roads were gridlocked due to the world cycling championships wheeling through Doncaster. By the time I got home, it was tea time. And I didn’t really fancy working Friday night.
We had a quiet weekend as we were both recovering from bad colds, although mine actually broke some time Saturday evening. We nipped out to the bank on Saturday morning and we did stuff around the house.
Sunday was better. The poet had bought himself some new power tools and he wanted to make something with them. So while he was in the garage, I was resurrecting an old laptop. It’s not connected to the internet, so I had to add Scrivener and OpenOffice from the portable hard drive. And then I was able to do some focused writing without being distracted by the internet.
I managed almost 4,000 words on the Cadbury book and almost 700 words for the pocket novel. Not bad for an afternoon’s work.
This morning I have the editing job to do, then this afternoon I’m off to the writers’ group.