whallopin' weasels

Holidays...bliss. And to make it better, I've spent the greater part of today with two good friends, and a telephone link to another, and talked nothing but writing. The initial idea was to get together for the day and work on our projects. But, sometimes, talking about writing is just as good, especially if it helps iron out kinks in plots, develop ideas, or just enthuse us all to hit the keyboard.
So, was I enthused to hit the keyboard, you may ask? Yes. And all is good? Well, not exactly. The weasel's word count for today is a weasely 74. Barely worth recording, but I am 74 words further into the story than I was before. Even if I end up scrapping the whole lot, I'm 74 words better off, knowing where I'm heading. And look at it this way, if I wrote 74 words every day it would only take me about...oh...3,000 days to complete a manuscript. Okay. Let's stop thinking about it. The only thing to do is start earlier in the day and write for longer. Remember, Scarlet, tomorrow is another day.

the weasel shuffle

Total word count for today 1120...that's including the earlier post.
Another couple of hops, and maybe a skip. This could be a dance soon.
I don't usually write in the evenings, with all the noise in the
house, but tonight I've managed nearly 600 words.
Might treat myself by having a half hour reading my new book,  'The Ground is Burning' by Samuel Black.
It has nothing to do with weasels :0)

weasel flies again

not so much 'flies' - maybe 'hops' or 'leaps' would suffice. Today's word count is a tiny 547 words, but I've eaten a lot of yummy things. What's the correlation here, you ask? I think it has something to do with procrastination, and not being able to type while I have something in my hands. I can remember eating large amounts, years and years ago, when I was supposed to be studying. Is it just me, or is the act of chewing, chewing, chewing a comfort thing?

the weasel has (crash) landed

Crashed and burned as well, with only the feral amount of 549 words being put down on paper (?). Okay, I know that's bad, but at least I'm 549 words ahead of where I was this time yesterday. Trying to make myself feel a little better about things, I'll add at this point that I've written about 800 words that i haven't posted to the blog.
Place to be: at the computer.
Places not to be: in front of tv, doing housework, cooking tea, working (bugger, forgot there are bills to pay)
My new mantra must become: writewritewritewritewritewritewritewrite...sounds like a one-legged army marching :0)

weasel hits the boards - keyboards that is

Today's word count: 957
No work and total solitude in the morning today, so I managed to raise the bar a little.  I  reworked the micro play in the afternoon, and fitted in some gardening. Oh, to be retired. Dream on.

weasel strikes again

Today's word count: 451

I go to great lengths for dinner.

I had a great time talking to Year 5 kids today about the YOWs competition. I was given free reign by the teacher, and ended up brainstorming characters and plots.  25 young brains were buzzing in 29 different directions all at once. Sadly, when I handed out entry forms, the boys who had the most imaginative and exciting ideas declined. Tried to talk them into it, with no success. About 10 kids wanted to enter, and I'll drop off more forms to the teacher when I go in Friday....just in case.

The session set my brain buzzing too. I came home and did a rough plot for a new story. Might share it with the kids if I get it written before the holidays. Only one more day to work. Writing...here I come!

Weasel's words for the day

Today's word count: 237

Okay, so that isn't exactly impressive, but my original idea was to write at least 100 words a day. This is double. It's all about consistency, and in the past I only wrote on the days I didn't work. For a Monday, 237 words is not so bad.

The Weasel Has Landed.

Welcome to The Weasel's Words. 

Hi. I'm the Weasel, and I'm an expert at weaselling out of writing.

For a writer, it's the words that count, and this blog is all about word counts. I've set it up to shame myself into writing something every day. And every day, I plan to put my word count up on the blog. I won't be including the blog word count. The blog is a means to an end.....a 'the end' on the final page of a manuscript.

It's all too easy to put off writing. I found recently that (goaded by a friend) when I promised myself I would write 100 words a day, I would sit down to write those bare 100 words. Strangely enough, once the 100 words were down on paper, sometimes hundreds more followed. Sometimes even thousands. It seems I need to trick myself into writing, or maybe even shame myself into it.

This is the blog of the weasel.  This is me at 11.40 p.m. last night. Just look at those eyes. Alert, watchful..ah.. glazed. I'd sneaked out of bed to put my micro play on the page. The words...the words... they just wouldn't let me alone. Had to wait until the warm body beside me was snoring softly before I made my move. It took less than an hour (I said it was a micro play) before it was on the computer with notes for a second on the page below it. In the daylight hours I tidied it up a little and shot it off to Di Abolic before I could think about it. Now I'm just waiting to hear what she says.

Word count for 18th and 19th June: a grand total of 688 words for the micro play.