
So it is the last day of January and I have written 5249 words for the month. I plan on writing more today, but I’ve planned on writing more all month so we’ll see how that goes. It’s a far cry from the hopeful 20,000 word goal I set for myself, but I can either freak out and stress over it or just acknowledge what happened and move on.
I’m going with the latter. The closest thing I had to a second dad passed away in the middle of the month suddenly (fourteen days ago). It wasn’t expected, it wasn’t known, he went in for a checkup, was sent to a hospital, transferred to two more hospitals, had two surgeries, didn’t wake after the second one, and passed away four days later. His daughter and an extremely close friend of mine was here and I spent the following week with her (all last week). I took her to the airport Sunday morning (four days ago) and have only just begun to settle into my normal routine again.
I started my grieving process three days ago.
I wrote a fourth of what I was intending to write this month and at the moment, I couldn’t give less of a shit. I’ll get there; I’m not worried. Instead of writing, I’ve been binge reading. And I’m okay with that. The words will come when I need them to come, when I want them to come, and after the emotional train wreck this month as been, I’m not going to punish myself for taking life as it comes.
Reading:
I’m not even going to explain/excuse why I read what I read, but here’s the list since my last post:
- Running Wild by Sarah McCarty; 3 stars.
- Damaged Daddy Bear by Leela Ash and Tabitha St. George (I know, I know); 2.5 stars. Review here.
- Wild Instinct by Sarah McCarty; 3 stars.
- Caleb by Sarah McCarty; 3 stars. Review here.
- Valentine, Texas by Lori Wilde; did not finish.
- Tangle of Need by Nalini Singh; 5 stars. Review here.
It was, essentially, a week and a half of grabbing books I thought would be quick and painless reads only to be left lacking before finally returning to a series I’ve been slowly reading because I love it so much, I’m terrified of overindulging to the point of losing interest.
Have to say, Tangle of Need is the 11th book in the series and I’ve read countless more short stories related along the way and I still love it as much as I did with the first book I read. I can’t wait to read the next one.
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