I didn’t know this, but my WordPress App has a widget that tells me my total word count for this whole year. And you know what, I might have over estimated my year in my head by about 10,000-17,000 words. So far, with less than ten days left to go, I have written approximately 183,000 words worth of blog posts in 2022. Not to shabby. I imagine if I had of kept doing with the 1,600-3,000 word story posts, that number would have jumped significantly. But I didn’t so it won’t. That is beside the point. The point being, I was going to wager an educated guess of somewhere close to, possibly just under 200,000 for the one year writing challenge, and I’ve come very, very close. That’s a lot of content. That’s also a lot of written/verbal diarrhea that I’ve poured out into the interwebs. Some good, some bad, some fairly middling. I can’t complain. That’s nearly a full sized novel’s worth of writing. Go me! So glad I don’t have to guess at it, when the app widget did all the counting for me! Bonus. With something along the lines of 413 posts so far, that would have been a lot of work to track down, and reliably add up. I won’t lie, the guestimation was about as far as I was willing to take finding out. Even making 413 entries in Excel and having it count for me was going to be a tonne of work. Happy to avoid it! Yay!
Day: December 7, 2022
Carving their initials into my display unit.
Was tidying up around the fireplace and noticed something odd with a lone flat, laid out tissue (unused), so I picked it up, and what did I find you ask? I’ll tell you. The letter “H” carved into the top surface of our new display unit. In black ball point pen. Sunken into the wood grain. And some other random drawings, equally pushed into the wood surface. I was not impressed with the youngest. Not in the least. She gouged it in there good and deep. I am impressed with myself for not losing my shit. Not much I can do about it, without having to sand the whole top surface. Restain it all, and then add all new clear coat to it too. It is too cold for much of that to be done in my garage. And far too smelly to do inside the house. It off gases for so long. I left it outside for a few days after each step when I built it in September, and it still smelled strongly once it came inside for set up.

The youngest’s handiwork. Pitted and gouged up real good. Thanks random ball point pen.
Why it wasn’t done in pencil, I’ll never know. Oh well. That’s a 2023 downtime problem to solve. Or a spring cleaning effort come April.
Otherwise it is now Wednesday December 7th, 2022 and I don’t have much else to say today. I mean, I do, but it’s not kind. And doesn’t involve my marred table. So happy hump day. Oh, also we are now well inside the last ten days before I reach my 365 days of writing goal. I am very excited to finally see that big number, and know that i somehow managed to stick with it, even with the storms, illness, vacations, and hectic school/work schedules we all have. I wish i could say the same thing about my exercise plan, but that was always second fiddle to the writing. It is still important, now that i am getting into my near mid forties. Staying in some kind of shape besides round, or pear are of a higher importance to longevity, and general satisfaction when looking in the mirror. So perhaps i will shuffle my priorities in 2023, and put exercise first and writing second? I doubt it, but it’s a fun mental exercise to play around with. What would that look like. How do i monitor success? Do i have to go “buy” an app or Fitbit or membership somewhere? If so, count me out. 2023 should be a year of cheapness. Saving since you never know if things are going to tank hard, and leave you wishing you’d put more away for a bad year.
2022 may wind up being one of my better years for the business. No where as good as when i worked full time in house for another company. But good for me still. It can get real easy to fall into the trap of living up to your new found wages. If they slip, fall shy, or disappear you are pooped. So best to find your line, and live there through good years and hard. Keep it as simple as you are able without being a deprivation weirdo. You know the type. All boisterous about going without, but then secretly binge behind closed doors instead of using sensible moderation. But I digress. Take care out there folks. Ciao Bella!

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