Week 5 of 2020 – 29 January to 4 February 2020
- Goal – 100 / day, or 700 / week
- Achieved – 1,013/700 – Success!
Writing – I Remember
- Goal – 14 / week
- Achieved – 14/14 – Success!
Writing – Small Projects (Fragments, short stories, etc)
- Goal – 7 minutes / week
- Achieved – 31 minutes/7 minutes – Success!
Writing – Large Projects
- Goal – 14 minutes / week
- Achieved – 0 minutes/14 minutes – Failure!
Getting myself out there
- Short story reviews – Zero (Zero total for the year)
- Submissions – Zero (Zero total for the year)
- Rejections – Zero (Zero total for the year)
- Acceptances – Zero (Zero total for the year)
Week 5! Weeks 1 to 4 were a total failure. I always knew they would be as my job was intense and involved travel and long hours. No matter, that’s done now (for now).
Reading went very well this week. I did something that I have done before and should always keep up – I deleted Steam. It’s gone. There are no games for me to play. And so, instead of wasting time doing that, I’ll read. Over a thousand pages isn’t exactly normal, but I think, and have often thoughts, that 700/week is achievable. 80 pages/day is the minimum I’d like to have (total for the year – 48.06, so there’s work to be done).
I am well, well behind with my I Remember memories. Full confession mode here – I am up to 23 April 2018, so nearly two years behind. I’m trying to write 14 / week to slowly catch up. Of interest, perhaps, is that the sheer quantity of photos I take ensures that I can be reminded of what has happened in my life way back then. I can scroll through the photos and remind myself of what I did and what I was thinking.
Weirdly, writing them from back then without ‘knowing’ about my daughter is strange. But that is my fault for not keeping up with it.
I spent a good chunk of time working on a short story. It’s likely to end up around 3,000 words, and is currently about 1,400. There’s a gun and winter and smuggling across national borders, so, ah, not at all like what I normally write about. We’ll see.
I wrote nothing of a larger piece. Last year I worked on something bigger, but I don’t think it has legs at all. So I’m currently floundering in that space, unsure what to do or what to write about. I suppose the answer is to simply write and see what happens, but as always, when I do that I end up writing the same dreary pieces. Yikes.
I haven’t submitted anything yet this year, but that will change. I’ve been collating competition deadlines and dates, and will attempt to meet them all with a unique story. So, lots of work to be done there.
And that was my week of failure.
Each week I aim to provide an update on the Journal of Failure. These reports are intended to provide an impetus for me to achieve as much as I should/more than I do, and also to provide a further ongoing record of my life, as it is.