Typing Away

I’ve been firing on all cylinders this weekend. 2550 words on Friday night. 3100 words last night. If I can get 1500+ words tonight too, the weekend will have rocked. I’d really like to get over 38,000 words total on Masters by the end of the day tomorrow.  If I manage that, I’ll have equalled my word count from January.  Considering I also wrote a few short stories during the month, that’ll be ok.  🙂  Of course, I really want to exceed my January word count.  Come November in NaNoWriMo, I’ll need to crank out 50,000 words in the month.  Right now I’m only getting 19 to 20 thousand.  Doesn’t quite hack it.  Must improve.  Of course, I’ll not do any short story writing while NaNoWriMo is in progress, so that’ll help a little.  But still, getting the routine down now will help then.  To say nothing of the fact that learning to crank out a lot of product quickly will help with cash flow.  All the more reason to focus, eh?

On another note, I made my first two sales this weekend.  Granted, they were both to my Mom.  But it’s still cool.  I’d been keeping this writing thing on the down low while I got a few things finished.  She came up to visit for my son’s second birthday, and I played coy, telling her I was friends with this Kingswood guy and he was looking for feedback on his stories.  She fell for it hook, line, and sinker, so I got honest feedback that was untarnished by any parental bias.  The verdict: good stuff.  She found a few editorial errors in Damsel that I missed.  I fixed them, but Amazon and B&N are re-processing the file, so it’ll be down for a day or so.  It’s a good thing though.

So that’s about it.  Spent a lot of time today playing with the kids, both inside and in the snow outside.  We got more snowfall yesterday, and it’s wet sticky snow: perfect for snowballs.  So we got into a little snowball fight.  Naturally, my aim sucked.  While trying to hit my wife, I pegged my three month old, whom she was carrying, in the face.  Then I got my two year old in the face also.  Oy.  No wonder I’m not a baseball player, eh?