My Weekend With Van Gogh

I’ve learned to be far more flexible with my plans, my goals, and how my days actually begin and end. Take this weekend for example, and it has been a glorious weekend!

Weekend Writing Goals…Nah, I Think Not

Earlier in the week, I made a new goal of 1,000 words per day on weekdays and 500 words per day on each weekend day, for a total goal of 6,000 words.

It was a nice goal, and I managed just over 5,000 words from Monday through Friday, but hoping for words to be written on a weekend is a crapshoot. And an unrealistic one at that.

I have a tween, a 3-year-old, and a house with a ton of projects. Saturday was a flurry of activity as we washed laundry, cleaned the house, went grocery shopping and prepared for my husband’s turn to host the monthly Boys Beer Night.

And sure, I didn’t HAVE to clean the house, and it isn’t as if I’m worried my status as a housecleaner will be somehow poorly affected by a little bit of dust, I actually enjoy the look of a clean house. The day passed quickly and we had fun experimenting with a couple of keto snack recipes for the guys. Bacon wrapped dill pickle spears (weird, and not terribly good, but hey, we tried) and fried prosciutto wrapped cream cheese “ravioli” which were a hit.

My take away was a revamping of expectations and goals – for this next week I’ll be shooting for 1,200 words a day, Monday through Friday. If I get any writing done on the weekend, that’s gravy.

Inspiration – this was on the ceiling of a cafe in Europe

My Weekend With Van Gogh

For years I’ve been dreaming of it, and I’m finally making it happen. Van Gogh’s Starry Night, well, my version of it sans the buildings, is being realized on my ceiling of my main level bathroom.

I am not a professional artist, not even close. My tween is currently showing herself to be more advanced than I am, my eldest showed me up years ago (and kudos to her for that), about the only one I’m more advanced than is our preschooler who is still in the scribbling stage. I give her a couple of years and then she’ll zoom past me.

Details, layering…

But that’s okay. Because, as with most things, standing on the shoulders of giants simply means learning to deconstruct something, work it backwards, and put your own unique spin on it.

Further along…

I am no Van Gogh, but I’m excited to put my interpretation of Starry Night on my ceiling. Perhaps it is what I love most about home ownership. I can do what I want and paint the walls black, or in this case, a midnight blue.

Stopping for the day

I’m not done, not by a long shot, but I’ve spent a solid six hours or so on the project, and probably have another 1-2 to go. It will be done in time for our March party and I look forward to hearing visitor’s feedback on it.

What’s Next?

Now that I have wrapped up Hired Gun and I’m in the process of finishing Better Choices, the freebie novella that will accompany the book, I’m debating on what to begin next.

The jury is still out, but I’m flitting between finishing Book One of the Chronicles of Liv Rowan which is currently at around 40% completion, G581: Zarmina’s World (the sequel to G581: The Departure) which has just a few chapters written, and my suspense/horror book Winter’s Child which is outlined but not begun.

These choices are not easy!

Productivity Report

This past week has been far more productive in terms of writing. While I do spend far too much time on Facebook, I was pleased to see Scrivener, which I use for my writing projects, has pulled ahead of Facebook by nearly two hours and my productivity had increased by 46.5%!

I love RescueTime. It’s a nice little reminder each Sunday of where I have been spending my time and how I have progressed from the week before.

I continue to work on avoiding down-time or mindless time (such as scrolling through my feed on Facebook). Some of it is all fine and good, but as the minutes zoom past, I have taken to asking myself, out loud no less, “Does this move me forward? Does this get me closer to my goals?”

If it doesn’t, then I try and stop and re-direct my energy to things that WILL move me forward. I have a lofty goal of publishing three books this year. At least, it is lofty in the sense that I haven’t managed to publish more than one book in a two-year span at this point, but not lofty if I stick to my writing goals.

I can do this. I can write 1,200 words a day and see three books in print each year. But only if I keep my eyes on the prize. And that’s where I am now. Eyes on the prize. Committed.

Or committable…je ne sais quoi…