I’m stalling again. The goal for December is 45,000 words and here it is, December 28th and I have exactly 39,715 words in the draft, which is about 1,000 more than I had on the first of December and those were written on the plane with a Canadian transit and trade official looking over my shoulder and asking me how I could write and watch the in flight movie at the same time. Which, for the record, I can’t.
It’s not that my imagination hasn’t been busy. So far this month, I’ve:
- written intricate hypothetical arguments with my boss about why I let kids move furniture when I was told not to, in preparation for returning to work.
- listed and unlisted all the ways I might almost have Asperger’s (except that I am painfully aware of other people’s emotional states, so I guess that’s out).
- composed several letters to the superintendent about how asking teachers to move their classroom in the middle of the year so you can save some money is an insult and just generally destructive to all involved.
- imagined the start of several UTIs that turned out to be the result of drinking too much water
- plotted further on every quarter novel I have sitting in my files EXCEPT the one I’m trying to finish
- moved the entire contents of my classroom at least fifteen times. There was one time when I actually, physically moved boxes, but all the other times were in response to the dreams gremlins who, every night move various items back to the old portable so I can dream-move them with myriad ridiculous obstacles to over come all night long. Yay. And who says teachers have too many vacations? This isn’t a vacation, this is work!
None of this, however, is adding words to the necessary word count. That’s a little over 5,000 words in four days. That’s about a grand and a quarter a day. Which seems so accessible, if only I could stop rearranging all of the damn furniture all the time. Even imaginary furniture gets heavy after a while.