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1466 words for today. Not quite what I wanted, but a respectable number. I'm ahead of the game on my two-day total.
It comes in fits and starts - an hour or so of staring blindly into space, followed by a mad typing sprint that ends far too quickly. I was in the middle of a sprint when I realized, mid-sentence, that the day had ended. I'm trying to keep track of my daily totals so I had to stop it there and check my numbers.
I hope I can keep this up. It feels good. It is so, so good I can't even tell you. I've struck out less than half of my words (took a few wrong turns before I found the right path), but the rest are moving in the right direction.
The one problem I'm having is finding the right kind of silence in which to write. I can sit in a crowded cafe, with conversation buzzing all around me, and find silence. But I can't sit in a house with a television going in the next room and manage to concentrate on what I'm trying to write. The minute a story starts happening on the tv - and there's nothing but stories, even with just the news - my brain starts following the story that I'm hearing rather than the story in my head. The tv is a stronger signal, so to speak. And I can't make everybody turn it off, so I'm sortof stuck trying not to listen and getting increasingly frustrated when I can't make myself stop.
So far the best writing time has been early morning, if I can manage to wake up before everyone else, and late night, when everyone else has gone to bed. And that's IF the tv upstairs isn't too loud, which it frequently is.
I love tv - gotta have my favorites every week - but it's like a cancer sometimes. You don't realize just how much it invades your life until you try to cut it out.