Serious Wednesday: Working Hard and Hardly Working

Some would call it Working hard; others might say, 

hardly working. I say, both! 

Mondays--after the weekend--is a day that usually ends up being closer to the "hardly working" sort of day. And though I felt as if I accomplished a little, it wasn't enough, at least according to my standards. 

You see, I have a list: A chore and writing list. Some days it's longer than other days, but I almost always use it. I spread my chores, with possible length of times to complete each one. Interspersed between these chores, I have my writing chores/writing goals. 

Here's how it looks:  

Carole's Chore & Word Crawl

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Rise, shower, dress, 30 mins:  

Devotions, 30 mins:  

Breakfast, 20 mins:  

Exercise, 20 mins:

Open/delete email:  

Soc Media (promotion), 1 hr:  

Sweep, 20 mins:  

Write 100 words:  

transplant a flower, 20 mins:  

Write 150 words:  

(and more...)

Word count for the day:  

Overall word count:  

Now, I'm not saying you have to do it MY way, but I do recommend setting a positive and attainable schedule to your writing routine. Even if you gain only 200 words a day to your manuscript, you're farther up the road than you would have been.

You don't want to set goals so high, you're not going to reach them. Not saying I reach all of mine every day. Sometimes I only complete half; sometimes none, BUT most times I do have favorable success with this list. 

I do recommend you consider using something similar! I think you'll find it helpful! 

Rambling Friday: Ten Things I Hate

Here goes:


1.  Boring people. Definition: people who run on and on about what they like to do, what their interests are with no thought that everyone, including me, is tired of hearing about it. (Wait a minute...no one's tired of hearing about my writing and grandsons, are they? I mean, what else is there to talk about?)

2.  Picking green beans from a garden.  Mom made me to this when I was just a tiny, weensy, bitsy kid (well, maybe not that young!) and I despise the task to this day. Moral of the story: don't make your kids do what they don't like to do. They'll hate it to the day they die. (Somehow that moral sounds a little off. Maybe I'd better change it. Hmmm)





3.  Wet clothes.  Ooooo! I hate that clammy feeling.








4.  Ill-mannered people.  Anytime, but especially drivers. Irritating and frustrating. I'd like to take them aside and teach them a thing or two. But who am I?






5.  People who don't try to use their potential. What a waste! Life is too short. But then when did I learn that? Didn't I think I'd live forever at twenty?

6.  Complainers. Let's not even go there.






7.  Show don't tell people. Guilty as charged. I hate it that it's much easier and much simpler to show me how to do something, than for me to read the directions or tell me. I guess that makes me pretty thick headed, huh?






8.  Leaves in my garden pond.  I positively, eternally, and passionately hate those beautiful fall leaves falling into my beautiful pond. If I'd only get on the ball and buy that net I keep thinking I'm going to get...Hubby did have a pretty good substitute idea. Maybe I'll use that...next year.



9.  Pickled pig's feet, hominy, hair in my food (ask me about a certain fast food chain), fat on meat, skin on meat, fries that are not hot and fresh (I can't help it if they hate to see me coming through the door, can I?), mud (most of the time), flies in my food (groan), dirty cars, being poor (anything under a million is poor, right?), not being a NYT best seller (like the little engine that could, I keep saying: I think I can, I think I can. Someday. Soon.), worry, unfinished tasks, being late, a bad story, biased media coverage, illness, and problems.

10.  Death.  Thank God we've got a spiritual insurance coverage for this. But it's our enemy, and I still hate it. Methinks, God made a great promise when He said no more death in heaven.

There you have it. My first No. Ten List. More some other time.




Quote:  Most of us would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism. --Norman Vincent Peale.

Blessings!