| Date | Word Count |
Notes |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 4,624 | Excellent start to the month! |
| 2 | 4,066 | Woo-hoo! Keep it up! |
| 3 | 0 | Riding in the car during a storm seemed to kill the streak. |
| 4 | 2,755 | Almost to the end! Almost to the end! And it's amazing how anything less than 4,000 feels like I'm slacking. |
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| Total | 11,445 |
| Date | Word Count |
Notes |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 0 | n/a |
| 2 | 0 | n/a |
| 3 | 2,389 | Woo-hoo! First "real" writing day of the month. |
| 4 | 2,000 | n/a |
| 5 | 332 | Sad, but better than nothing. |
| 6 | 2,334 | n/a |
| 7 | 212 | n/a |
| 8 | 0 | See? This is nothing. 332 was better than this. |
| 9 | 0 | n/a |
| 10 | 0 | n/a |
| 11 | 2,120 | n/a |
| 12 | 114 | n/a |
| 13 | 2,216 | n/a |
| 14 | 4,402 | Power was out. Wrote most of this staying up late at Cook Out. |
| 15 | 2,695 | n/a |
| 16 | 4,337 | Another 4k+ day? Maybe a little more sleep would be wise... |
| 17 | 0 | n/a |
| 18 | 6,110 | I can't explain this. |
| 19 | 2,069 | Yea! Another day over 2k! |
| 20 | 0 | Brain recovery? |
| 21 | 0 | n/a |
| 22 | 2,671 | Yea! Another day over 2k! |
| 23 | 792 | n/a |
| 24 | 0 | n/a |
| 25 | 30 | n/a |
| 26 | 2,319 | n/a |
| 27 | 2,110 | n/a |
| 28 | 2,031 | Met goal for the month! Woo!! |
| 29 | 994 | n/a |
| 30 | 0 | n/a |
| 31 | 910 | n/a |
| Total | 43,187 | n/a |
When she glanced in the hall mirror, a large oval with a stained glass dragonfly frame that Leigh had made for her fifteenth birthday, she could see how wearing the day had been on her. A Devonshire never looked less than perfect. By that logic, she wasn’t a Devonshire tonight. Leigh came out from the kitchen and stopped dead.Bonus!
“Oh my Lord, you are home early.”
Vivian shrugged and hung up her coat in the hall closet. “Yeah, I got tired. Decided I’d like to come home.”
Digger pulled at her sleeve. She jumped to see him again; she wasn't sure where he had gone. "Come on, Lira," he said. "It's stopped raining and we're in charge of bringing things up from the spring house."
She smiled again at Mrs. Tailor who seemed quite pleased with herself, and followed Digger out the back door and down a gentle hill as he pulled her by the hand.
"Your mother seems very nice," she said as soon as they were out of hearing of the house. The Tailor's land stretched out around them. A root cellar's door poked up only a few feet from the door of the kitchen. She saw a small barn and a fenced field. Fat, content cows chewed on the spring grass.
Digger grinned ruefully at her and scratched a dirty ear. "That's cause she ain't your Ma."
During lunch our writing group at work attended the webinar "Getting a Non-Fiction Literary Agent with Carole Sargent" (courtesy of the UVa Alumni Association. She has a similar presentation already archived at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBlMag_4Iok&feature=youtube_gdata_player
One of the things I've been thinking about is her discussion on having a platform before approaching an agent or publisher. It makes all that blogging and tweeting seem like so less a waste of time! We are just building our platforms!
Now we just need to add speaking engagements, article publication, local radio and tv interviews...
What have you done to build your platform? What audience do you already have?
