A 3,000 Word Day!
I'm not caught up yet, but getting a little bit closer. Today I should be at 25,000 words but I'm only at 18,900 or there abouts (an 800 word morning!) I feel a bit more on track for NaNo, but I'm neglecting everything else in my life.
Last night Jim talked at me, because there was a laptop between him and I, telling me that I'm writing too much. With Sandi working long evening shifts, it's just him and I at home most of the time, and with me writing as much as I am, he's starting to feel lonely.
I've made a few consession on this front. Instead of locking myself in a room away from everything. He's been really accomidating on a lot of things, like letting me play music so I don't have to be closed off from the room and into my headphones. And we really dont' do anything in the evenings other than watching Food Network or something on the TiVo. They're generally things that I'm interested in, but I'm more interested in my story. And then he tried to guilt me out of writing saying that it's "wearing me down." That I don't feel happy about it.
What is generally getting me down is that I can't talk to him about what I'm writing. He doesn't generally want to hear about it, so I tell him about word counts. I'd love to talk about the scene I just wrote, I'm axcited about what I'm writing, but when I try to talk about my story, his eyes glaze over and I can tell he doesn't really care. It's not a story that he'd ever quite get. It's not literary at all, it's genre fiction, and I don't really care about that at this point, I've finally fallen in love with it.
And the story is about ballroom dancing. He's always through that my dancing was something that was just a phase. That I'd get over it. When I brought up taking lessons at a studio downtown, he tried to talk me out of it and then thought better about the idea and stopped.
He had SAD, we know he does although he's never had it diagnosed, and he gets really needy and clingy. Part of having interpersonal realtionships is understanding the other person's needs, but damn, while I was going through my bad time, he kept pushing his wants and his needs and not paying attention when I was saying no, I can't deal with that right now. And, yeah, right now we (and a handful of other people) are all we have out here, but I want to get out there and make friends, I just feel like I'm being held back.
I'm starting to feel like my wants and needs are being marginalized for the good of the whole. That I'm getting lost in the middle of what everyone else needs, and it's starting to wear on me.
In other news, we may have found my new car. More news on that later.
Last night Jim talked at me, because there was a laptop between him and I, telling me that I'm writing too much. With Sandi working long evening shifts, it's just him and I at home most of the time, and with me writing as much as I am, he's starting to feel lonely.
I've made a few consession on this front. Instead of locking myself in a room away from everything. He's been really accomidating on a lot of things, like letting me play music so I don't have to be closed off from the room and into my headphones. And we really dont' do anything in the evenings other than watching Food Network or something on the TiVo. They're generally things that I'm interested in, but I'm more interested in my story. And then he tried to guilt me out of writing saying that it's "wearing me down." That I don't feel happy about it.
What is generally getting me down is that I can't talk to him about what I'm writing. He doesn't generally want to hear about it, so I tell him about word counts. I'd love to talk about the scene I just wrote, I'm axcited about what I'm writing, but when I try to talk about my story, his eyes glaze over and I can tell he doesn't really care. It's not a story that he'd ever quite get. It's not literary at all, it's genre fiction, and I don't really care about that at this point, I've finally fallen in love with it.
And the story is about ballroom dancing. He's always through that my dancing was something that was just a phase. That I'd get over it. When I brought up taking lessons at a studio downtown, he tried to talk me out of it and then thought better about the idea and stopped.
He had SAD, we know he does although he's never had it diagnosed, and he gets really needy and clingy. Part of having interpersonal realtionships is understanding the other person's needs, but damn, while I was going through my bad time, he kept pushing his wants and his needs and not paying attention when I was saying no, I can't deal with that right now. And, yeah, right now we (and a handful of other people) are all we have out here, but I want to get out there and make friends, I just feel like I'm being held back.
I'm starting to feel like my wants and needs are being marginalized for the good of the whole. That I'm getting lost in the middle of what everyone else needs, and it's starting to wear on me.
In other news, we may have found my new car. More news on that later.