Getting writing done today was like pulling teeth. I just didn't have uninterrupted time or I had distractions while writing.
Total word count is 4,368. I made my daily goal and got another star on my daily word count calendar.
My main character woke up, made breakfast, took the dog for a walk and unpacked his clothes. Riveting stuff, isn't it? :)
On the plus side today...
I took a comforter to the dry cleaners so I'll be warmer when I sleep. Our bulk pick-up requests can now be made online so I tried that today. They'll be here on the 5th to pickup the mattress and box springs that have been next to our dumpster for the last two - three weeks. (The people renting the house next door moved out. The owners had a garage/yard sale. The mattress and box springs appeared propped up next to the dumpster. The dumpster was overflowing from all of the stuff they threw out. When the dumpster was emptied the mattress and box spring fell to the ground and have been there ever since. I usually park next to the place they are on the ground and it's not been easy for me to park. No one has bothered to put them inside the dumpster and now that it's rained they are wet, soggy and smelly!) I RSVP'd to a Mary Kay party later this month. Now if only I could find my library card for the suburb next door... I could have sworn I saw it last week! I have to call them and see if I can schedule their conference room for a NaNoWriMo write-in for some Monday.
I’ve not worked on the Novel yet today. That’s for this evening!
I know I have a problem with tenses. I’ll switch from past tense to present tense and then back again. I’ve done it a few times and caught myself before too many words got by. However, that being said, I am still leaving everything the way that it is for now. I am not going back and fixing these inconsistencies.
All of you have been waited with bated breath to read the horrible first paragraph. Here it is:
The 1980 mulberry colored Chevy Malibu station wagon made a left hand turn onto Morning Street. Jason parked the car and sat there for a few minutes. Just a few hours ago he was in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and now he was in Columbus, Ohio. A year ago he would have never believed that he would have the guts to move out. Six months ago he wouldn’t have believed it either. He was scared.
I have this weird combo of "freaked out" and "mad" going on right now.
Last night my husband said he heard a scratching/scritching sound like a mouse or something. He stopped the tv and looked around trying to figure out what it was. Looking behind the recliner it looked like it might be one of those plastic sleeves the weekly newspapers come in rising from the heat register and rubbing against a piece of paper... but it didn't look like the plastic sleeve was moving. Tonight I heard it while watching Bones. I got a flashlight and stood on the couch, looking at the area behind the recliner to figure out what it might be. I was too chicken to actually move anything of course. It sounded just like my husband described and I didn't see that plastic sleeve move one bit.
I have a thing about cockroachs and cockroach-like bugs. I don't like them. They're silent, they're flexible and they move quickly. As soon as I see one in our basement (our basement has a shower, a sink and a huge drainpipe where things don't always stay down) the can of raid comes out. If it's a mouse I would probably be okay with it though still a little freaked out because it's not supposed to be in our apartment. A rat might freak me out because of the size. (My best friend had one in high school but I didn't interact with it much.) About a week or so before we moved out of our last apartment my husband told me he was thinking about getting a mouse. He confessed a while later that he really wasn't interested in one. He had seen some droppings around the entertainment center in the basement and was trying to prepare me in case we had some and I saw them.
So the noise stops and I finish watching the show. I wash some dishes and take the dog for an evening walk. I'm a responsible pet owner who cleans up after her dog does what he needs to do. I go to our dumpster to throw it away and there is broken glass all over the pavement in front of it. I got so mad! There is hardly anywhere for my dog to stand while I hold his leash that doesn't have broken glass. I don't want him to cut his paw because of some stupid yahoo. So, you know the mattress and box spring are still there by the dumpster. Right before or right around the time that they appeared someone threw stuff away but didn't get it into the dumpster. There was an open pouch of salmon and some nasty looking piece of chicken breast with other garbage just sitting there. Flies were hanging around the chicken and it smelled bad. My husband saw some cat hanging out by the stuff one night. Another night he came home down the alleyway and saw a huge opossum that repeatedly hissed at him. He edged around it and then a car came up behind him and the opossum ran off. The combination of the trash, the mattress/box spring and the glass just made me so mad. I know that we've lived here the longest. I also know that we're some of the more responsible/older people that live here. (I think there are two other couples in their 30s.) But come on... clean up after yourself folks! I am not your mother. Tomorrow or Saturday I'll brush up the glass and throw it away.