With so many days blending together, I have to wonder if weekends still have special significance.
My usual day is wake up, go for a walk, write, eat, write, and then sleep… my weekends are basically the same, all things considered.
But they still kinda feel special, I suppose? Like, I tally up how many words I’ve written over the week on Sunday. And Mondays are still my busiest day, for whatever reason… ah well, I guess it’s all good.
Writing was slow this week. Only about 10k words for the full seven days, which is significantly less than I’d like, but I’m trying to be kind with myself. It is a very stressful time, and my output is going to slow as a result. Regardless, I think I’m pretty happy with how the new Tintian book is coming along, so that’s nice! Story is moving at a healthy pace (maybe a bit too quickly, honestly, but I can always go back and add detail later if I feel it needs it). I’m still undecided about whether I’ll fold both of the original stories (The Secret of the Unicorn and Red Rackham’s Treasure) into a single novel or not. I guess I’ll make that decision based on the final word count… I’d really like the finished novel in the 60-70k word range.
Anyway! Progress progresses. Things are going well, and I look forward to celebrating 3 full weeks of isolation tomorrow! Not sure what I’m going to do to celebrate… probably nap? I think I haven’t had a nap this entire time yet. I should do that.
Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy!