Day 26. 112 pages, 50,555 words.
Editing, editing, editing. First day of writing full-time without (theoretically) any distracting bullcrap. By which I mean, uh, work I guess.
I’m not getting up at ungodly hours of the morning anymore, so that cuts a big wedge of time off my day. Also trimming away an hour or so I accompanied Wump to daycare this morning, carrying Toop on my shoulders and pushing Wump on her bicycle up some of the hills. It was a decent workout, but a bit ill-conceived due to the chilliness of the wind and the relative absence of sun this morning. I thought it would be warmer.
 But this is something I have to give an hour or so to each day, actual physical movement and exercise. So it has to be baked into my schedule.
It was all a bit sad actually, I was cranky and Wump was unhappy about the whole thing and eventually tearfully said that she hadn’t wanted to go on the bicycle, but that she hadn’t wanted to pettää (disappoint me / let me down). That hurt to hear, and I told her I was sorry if I’d pressured her. I’d really thought it was going to be nicer outside, and she’d been so excited to cycle before now. She needs to practice so we can get those training wheels off!
I think disappointment over not seeing any tadpoles in the ditches today (it was too shadowy and I think they were all still asleep) added to her unhappiness. In the end, I told her that if she really didn’t want to go on the bike and would prefer to take the car to daycare, she should of course tell me and I will listen to her. In this case, I’d genuinely thought it was going to be more fun. I don’t think I could do anything different, and I hope it got through to her.
Still, I started the day disappointed in myself, which is always a motivation killer.
I got started by about 09:00am, though, which isn’t bad. Only just got around to writing anything for the blog, and I’m afraid it’s another boring one. Shit, but the last week or so (since the Helatorstai-sickness-movies-weekend-work’s-end doldrums) has just been a crap one for my metrics.
See? Look at how I started out, and look at how Fergunakil is eating into my lead. Like some sort of … big … hungry … eating … fish thing.
Alright! I’m working on it!