How I’ve got any words written this week is a minor bloomin’ miracle. First there was the expedition of getting Son ready for the expedition; then Sampeng Lane in Chinatown (which I will post about tomorrow) and finally the purchasing of a dress for Daughter for a ‘do’ on Friday.
I told Daughter I would come to the shopping centre on condition that I would write while she shopped … Starbucks would do its magic, turning me into a writing dervish while she shopped and her feet got worn out and then I would approve the dress and pay.
We went to MBK: I settled myself at Starbucks.
After about thirty minutes she returned because the zip on her shorts was stuck (won’t go up; won’t go down.) She went off to find something cheap to buy to change into; she came because she’d found some shorts and needed the money, and then she returned with the change, she returned again to show me what the shorts look like on. Then she went off shopping again. Fifteen minutes later, she came back because she was hungry so we went off for lunch. And finally, after lunch she disappeared shopping again; fifteen minutes later she came back to say ‘MBK hasn’t got anything.’
So we went to another mall and I settled myself down at the second choice of Starbucks because my normal one was full. She found a frock but I wondered if the whole thing had been a tactic as I was a bit unsure about the dress’ suitability but I was so ground down I couldn’t argue.
I’d written 93 words in four hours.
So Sheepish, I won’t have beaten you this Sunday unless you’ve also been madly busy. It’s a bit pitiful but I have managed my minimum (500 words five times a week.) This week my word count is 2642.
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You know, I think there is a term for people like us (ie women): "kitchen table writers." Ok, the kitchen table has now extended itself to the Starbucks in the mall, but Jeez, it's the same thing, isn't it.....
93 words is better than none. I bet JK Rowling had days when she could only write 93 words!!
Sue, damn, you're right. Mostly the old bloke is pretty good at helping, but some things are just, well, more my job!
Karen, oh I do hope so. It's been a tough week and I have to say, next week doesn't look any better...
Your word count should be counted as double considering what you had to overcome to get any writing time. I've managed 4,7070 this week. Oh and I've tagged you. xo
Hi, well I have managed to beat you this week but only just and didn't reach my target so a rather hollow victory. But hey any victory is better than losing. See you next week when I shall be back for another win. Lets face it you are still ahead of the game so I need some serious numbers soon!!!
DJ, oh my, I should, shouldn't I? Wow you've done well. I hope you manage to keep some up during the course too... I've seen the tag - thank you; it's lovely. I shall do on Tuesday.
Sheepish, a hollow victory is still a victory, so well done you. Next week is looking a bit scary for me too, so you'll probably manage to whomp me then!
And I quote my darling offspring:
"Busy? You're only writing. You can do that later while the dinner's cooking."
Yeah. 93 is good really.
Spiral, oh don't you love it? Tired? But you've just been writing...
I'd say that's work well done with all those obstacles! Couldn't help but giggle at the shopping/writing escapade.
OMG look at your word counter!!! Have just been catching up... I hope your Dad is making a good recovery. I loved that message from the Beast, and the personalised chandelier.
Oh Angie, it was very frustrating.. but yes, in retrospect, quite amusing.
Queenie, hellooo, nice to see you back. I know! Look at that. Got a baddy coming up this week though! I'm in fear for my words.
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