EFB - I wish your aunt good healing!
Thanks, GD.
How am I 20% done with this first draft when I'm barely 2 weeks in? Yikes!
Yikes? How about
That's a mighty fine word count. I wrote...156 words today ;>.> Better than nothing, though!
I think the most I ever wrote in a day was around 2.7k. I was downright loopy afterwards, haha.
I squeezed out 300-ish which is more than I thought I'd done. Was feeling a little stressed about the aunt situation and not knowing what was going on and that detracted from my focus.
The most story words (as opposed to outline words, which seem to come faster for me as they don't need the same amount of detail) I remember writing in one day was somewhere close to 2,000. It was, indeed, tiring.
I'm a weird writer. Maybe it comes from never taking any formal writing classes other than the creative writing everyone gets in high school?
I've never had formal writing classes either, and even in high school, there were only two or three creative writing things I was actually required to do. I know I need to be more disciplined about daily goals though, especially as I have no formal job and there's really no excuse for the level of distraction I allow some days.
Aw...They just showed a kitty on TV that looks way too much like my fluffy boy who passed away this year. Gee thanks, TV people.
Morning, Cantina. My dad finally did call our family last night when we continued to not hear anything and my aunt has indeed been hospitalized. And as usual, the medical system down there is UTTER CRAP. *fumes*
For one thing, my aunt said she had an allergic reaction to the antibiotics they gave her and was getting all splotchy so they said they'd bring her benadryl. Keeping in kind she'd been in the hospital most of the day by the time we got her room's phone number and called her for her to tell us about this, she'd yet to see any benadryl. They were also supposed to put her on an IV for part of her treatment, but couldn't find a vein in her arm, so rather than find a vein in her hand (like the hospital here does when they've had the same problem with my dad) or give her oral medication they were giving her...nothing. Oh, and to top it all off, the toilet in her room is so low she almost fell in the floor trying to use it and no one was in there to assist her. So, my dad got to do his thing and start calling the appropriate numbers to kick the hospital people's butts into shape and make sure my aunt is actually getting the treatment and help she needs, because, as usual with the medical system where that part of my family lives, having someone to advocate for you is just about the only way you're going to get decent treatment, especially when they're busy as they currently are. It's utterly ridiculous (and also not the first time it's happened) and is one of many reasons my parents never moved back there once they left. *more fuming*
I think I'll go try to pour my annoyance into writing. Might be a good time to write a villain scene, yes? Yes.