It’s Monday again and I ran over to the library after I got my work done. I wish I were more dedicated to my writing, because I would have finished my story—which I can’t come up with a better title than the (admittedly-idiotic) “Waffle Iron Man”—by now. Instead, I’m setting the goal of finishing it before October 2nd. Heck, I’ll give myself an extra day, just to be generous. Okay, I’m finishing that story by October 2nd.
That means I’ll have time to sit down, look it over, record it, edit it, and send a copy to Gino Moretto, so we can talk about it for my Halloween show. That’s cutting it crazy short, but I had initially planned to simply record it DURING my episode with Gino, which saves time, sure, but would keep that poor guy on the phone for three hours. And they just barely got landlines in Hobbiton.
Then I have to edit the episode and get it out by Halloween, which is going to be tough, but something I can do, providing I finish writing the story this week.
I had planned on getting together (via phone) with Renee Chambliss this weekend to record the Star Wars sketch I wrote for the next “Delusions of Grandeur,” but I was frankly too lazy. I didn’t get back to her about when we could record until yesterday, and then I ended up working until midnight or so last night, and still had to run and do sit-ups and write. So, we’ll see what I manage this week.
Sit-ups Today: 150
Sit-ups In September: 4167
Push-ups Today: 51
Push-ups In September: 1098
I went to the library, and pounded furiously on the keyboard (okay, I typed normally, but I just love the use “furiously,” especially when people relate it to exercise or masturbation, because I always equate the word “furious” with being angry. I had taken a single paragraph from my outline (only ninety-nine words, I counted) and wrote it out as prose, which somehow became 1563 words (I counted those too).
Can you believe that?
For fun, I grabbed my original outline and did a word count on it. Including the lyrics to the Siren Head song (which all has to go anyway), it was 832 words. If my math is correct, judging by the ratio of today’s work, the final story should be 13,129 words long. I did that dumb math just to make a point of how silly writing is . . . but you know, thirteen thousand words sounds about right for this thing (a story that probably should have been three thousand or so, especially since it’s inspired by the kind of online stories that are 700-1000 words long).
Creativity is a funny, funny thing. And to think, if I had a girlfriend, I’d be zero words for the month (except for maybe poetry . . . ugh).
That makes me want to buckle down and get this sucker finished, see if I couldn’t bring it in under ten thousand words, maybe seven or eight. I think I’ll just cut to the ending in the next scene, and see where that takes me. I do complain about being a creative person—probably a lot more than I ought to—but when the writing happens this fast and furious (“Andy Jameson was in the back room, furiously spanking the monkey”), it’s a unique pleasure.
You understand, don’t you?
Words Today: 1624
Words In September: 29,712
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