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Writing Updates 2025, Week 49
Dec. 7th, 2025 08:30 amDays Written (This Week): 1 day
Days Written (This Month): 1 day
Days Written (2025 Total): 132 days
Words Written (This Week): 570 words
Words Written (This Month): 570 words
Words Written (2025 Total): 66,659 words
First Line (Written This Week): (This is a sketch from my Beauty and the Beast retelling.) She doesn't know what else to do, except call the police, and even she knows they're probably busy with actual emergencies tonight.
Last Line (Written This Week): (Different sketch from same BatB retelling.) There was no one here, except the Beast, and there was hardly anything fey or magical about him, other than his appearance. And land couldn't hold magic in like this, not by itself.
Favorite Line (Written This Week): (A sketch from TRON fic prequel-to-The-Outpost thing.) He keeps walking. He's fortunate enough to find the occasional energy spring, and more fortunate still that the weather stays clear, for there is no shelter on these vast plains.
As he walks, he is achingly aware of how alone he is. There's no one to talk to, no one to hear him speak, so he stays silent.
Other Stuff: I wrote actual prose this week! Which is something I am trying to see as a positive, because this week has really been a struggle for me in a variety of other ways. My sleep's been a little screwed up, for one thing, and I think I'm still trying to recover from the endless hustle of getting through Thanksgiving? I have been so tired this week, and that seems like the only reasonable explanation.
I managed to sit down on Thursday and write some sketches, though! So that's good! I think my issue right now is that my enthusiasm for working on a particular story has kind of evaporated (hence the sketches), and I'm just not sure what to do with myself for the rest of the year. I always have a big burst of creative energy when the new year starts, and it's like I'm stuck in Anticipation Mode, waiting for it to be "acceptable" to really buckle down and work on a specific story. This is deeply annoying, and probably something I should work on getting around.
Hoping, as usual, to write at least 1 day this week. I've only got 3 days left to write to hit my modified year-end goal of 135 days. I'm pretty sure I'll at least be able to manage that, though I'd like to write 1 or 2 days more if I can manage it. I'm still not sure what project to work on, though with January coming up, I probably need to start poking at The Outpost again. (I update it every year in January, and I've reached the point where I'm basically out of buffer--this past January I posted the first scene of the next chapter, because said chapter still isn't done. If nothing else, I need to get the next scene polished and ready, but I'd really like to start making forward progress on it again. :///)
Anyway. Here's to a better (or at least somewhat good) week!
Days Written (This Month): 1 day
Days Written (2025 Total): 132 days
Words Written (This Week): 570 words
Words Written (This Month): 570 words
Words Written (2025 Total): 66,659 words
First Line (Written This Week): (This is a sketch from my Beauty and the Beast retelling.) She doesn't know what else to do, except call the police, and even she knows they're probably busy with actual emergencies tonight.
Last Line (Written This Week): (Different sketch from same BatB retelling.) There was no one here, except the Beast, and there was hardly anything fey or magical about him, other than his appearance. And land couldn't hold magic in like this, not by itself.
Favorite Line (Written This Week): (A sketch from TRON fic prequel-to-The-Outpost thing.) He keeps walking. He's fortunate enough to find the occasional energy spring, and more fortunate still that the weather stays clear, for there is no shelter on these vast plains.
As he walks, he is achingly aware of how alone he is. There's no one to talk to, no one to hear him speak, so he stays silent.
Other Stuff: I wrote actual prose this week! Which is something I am trying to see as a positive, because this week has really been a struggle for me in a variety of other ways. My sleep's been a little screwed up, for one thing, and I think I'm still trying to recover from the endless hustle of getting through Thanksgiving? I have been so tired this week, and that seems like the only reasonable explanation.
I managed to sit down on Thursday and write some sketches, though! So that's good! I think my issue right now is that my enthusiasm for working on a particular story has kind of evaporated (hence the sketches), and I'm just not sure what to do with myself for the rest of the year. I always have a big burst of creative energy when the new year starts, and it's like I'm stuck in Anticipation Mode, waiting for it to be "acceptable" to really buckle down and work on a specific story. This is deeply annoying, and probably something I should work on getting around.
Hoping, as usual, to write at least 1 day this week. I've only got 3 days left to write to hit my modified year-end goal of 135 days. I'm pretty sure I'll at least be able to manage that, though I'd like to write 1 or 2 days more if I can manage it. I'm still not sure what project to work on, though with January coming up, I probably need to start poking at The Outpost again. (I update it every year in January, and I've reached the point where I'm basically out of buffer--this past January I posted the first scene of the next chapter, because said chapter still isn't done. If nothing else, I need to get the next scene polished and ready, but I'd really like to start making forward progress on it again. :///)
Anyway. Here's to a better (or at least somewhat good) week!
