It is day 17 of NaNoWriMo. I can’t stay away from my stats page. I love numbers. How they go up, up, up (on a good day), what they say about me (watching “Friends” while writing has a negative impact on productivity. Shocking and disappointing), how many words I have to cough up in a day if I even hope to finish on time (831. Thank you… thank you)
There are some other stats that you may find interesting. Or maybe not. But whatever.
Cups of coffee since NaNoWriMo began: 63. Primarily French roast. But I’m finding that making coffee is a bit time-consuming and have taken to just chewing on the beans. Beans. Scenes. Jeans. Paula Deanes. What’s that buzzing sound?
Loads of laundry washed, folded, and put away: 13 (All in the first two days when I was struggling to find my muse. Since then, nothing. My family is now forced to gird their loins in tea towels. But if it’s good enough for Dobby, it’s darned well good enough for them.Too bad it’s November. And kind of cold.)
Times I’ve checked Facebook/Twitter/Subjot in search of distraction: 342
Total inspirations found on said sites: 0
Times computer has been yelled at: 23
Number of items thrown at the computer: 0. My computer’s age is approximately 142 in laptop years. It can’t tolerate any rough handling. I’m even trying to cut back on the yelling because I really don’t want to hurt its feelings.
Times I have nearly deleted the entire work by mistake: 3. It is now backed up three different ways each day because I am afraid I may be too exhausted or stupid to complete the process without accidentally deleting at least a day’s worth of work.
Number of updates and new features added to Facebook: 27. I think. It might actually be more. The most annoying one right now is the “sort” feature. It resets everyday. Hey, Facebook! You seem to recall that I once read an article on whoopie cushions about 2 years ago. Think you can try to remember that I want to view the page in chronological order?
Number of illnesses Mr. Squish has brought home: This one is hard to say, as he has had a runny nose and cough since September. But at least one big one. That he gave to me. That sent me to bed to sleep for 17 hours. How I wish that was an exaggeration. How I wish I could do that again. The sleep, not the snots.
Boxes of Annie’s Mac and Cheese the kids have been served: Three. Judge me now.
Hours spent on-line shopping: 5
Items purchased: One. A little belty kind of thing for my vacuum cleaner. It was $2, which seems expensive for a giant rubber band. Hope that means it comes complete with someone to install it.
Times I have checked the tracking number on the package: 5. And it’s in a different spot every, single time. It went from Kentucky to Georgia. Too bad I’m in Tennessee. It’s now scheduled to arrive on or by the 21st. Of November, I think.
New goal: to complete my 50K before the part arrives. It could happen. If I use the time I would have spent vacuuming to actually write. Weird. It seems like i can hear my husband laughing. Maybe it’s the wind.
AND NOW THE BEST PART
Number of words written: 38373. And they are mostly different ones. I was afraid at first that in order to meet my goal, I would end up writing the words “Oh, poop! What the heck have I gotten myself into?” 5000 times. So, yay!
Even better, this marks my 100th blog post. I think I read in the WordPress Terms of Service that when I hit “publish” today, a genie will grant me a wish. I’ll let you know.