Week Twenty-Three – The Stats
Weekly Wordcount: 17,804 words
Average: 2,543 words per day (compared to 1,894 last week)
Most productive day: Monday 2 June, 4,427 words
Least productive day: Friday 6 June, 941 words
Year-to-date: 412,536 (24,622 words behind target)
The wheels will fall off next week.
We fly to
Six days in
Looking back, I’ve been out of sorts since mid April.
I perused the 288 page programme for the Edinburgh Fringe Festival today. There are many free events and 2-for-1 ticket deals. Part of me is glad.
I have two dentist appointments in July to fix my mouth. It is difficult to think about the future.
But. It is getting to that point in the year where I must look ahead to what I will do next year: where I will travel, where I will live, when I will write. 2009 seems like such a high number.
I bought a hat today because I am getting sun burnt in
Poetry has a large slice of this week’s pie. I tried writing a lot of stuff of the top of my head one day, then culling and cutting it back to a few lines the next day and sticky taping a poem together. I repeated these steps multiple times. I counted the top-of-the-head-junk words as well as the final-poem words. I was feeling democratic.
I have to chose what book I will take with me to
There is a note in my notebook this week which reads: Saruchi Tootle. I think this is supposed to be someone’s name.
I once met a man named Pascal van Mello. I wrote his name down in case I forgot it, but a) I am unable to forget it and b) I can’t use his name because he is real. Damn him.
Someone once said I had a good name for a writer. The next week she called me Cliff Craig.
I have listened to a lot of Kinks albums over the last fortnight. Nothing as good as Lola versus Powerman and the Moneygoround. I do like Soap Opera a lot, though. This surprises me.