It’s not even 10 am on Saturday, and the Little Man and I are already back from stuffing grocery bags for Scouting for Food. We had a good system going, and managed to stuff 131 bags in under 30 minutes. Still to come this weekend: soccer game, family photos, and a playdate or two.
Re-reading Wizard and Glass
I started re-reading Stephen King’s Wizard and Glass yesterday. I had been reading Jerusalem by Alan Moore, and I was enjoying it, but it’s just not what I was in the mood for. That lead into a few days of turmoil as I tried to figure out what I was in the mood for. It’s a difficult thing for me to pick out something to read–especially fiction–when I am writing fiction. It has to be different enough in tone from what I am working on. Just about a year ago, I started re-reading The Dark Tower series. I stopped after Book 3. Wizard and Glass was my favorite of the series (with A Wind Through the Keyhole a close second). So I thought I’d re-read it. So far, I’m enjoying it. I’m listening to the audiobook, with Frank Muller’s narration.
I’ve always used Twitter from its native web page. Yesterday, however, I started messing around with TweetDeck, and so far, I like it. I particularly like the ability to apply filters to various feeds and columns. I took advantage of this almost at once, adding the following filter to my main Twitter feed:
It is an amazingly powerful way to alter your reality. Suddenly, my Twitter feed, which was brimming with political tweets, is now almost free of them. And what a relief! I haven’t decided yet if I will remove the filter after the elections. I guess it will depend on the state of the tweets in my feed.
We are 5 days into the annual writing marathon, and although I haven’t written today, I’ve done pretty good in the first four days, all things considered. As of yesterday, pace was 6,668 words. I was little short overall with 6,569 words. I’ve averaged 1,642 words/day, just about 25 words shy of the pace car.
I’m okay with that. It’s more than twice the average daily word count I was getting during my 825-day writing streak, and giving everything I’ve got going on–including a 10 week old at home–just the fact that I am keeping close to the pace car is satisfying.
I still haven’t gotten my writing in today yet, but I imagine I’ll squeeze the words in here and there, between soccer, and grocery shopping, and other activities.
Speaking of which, the baby currently smells like stale milk, so it’s time for me to give her bath.