Kyrre's Journal - Dabbling in Writing Yearning to Write

My friend who went to the appartment to water the tomatoes plants doesn't think they will survive. They looked already rather yellow. I'm saddened by this because it had been fun to grow them from seeds. But the car was already so packed, I couldn't have taken them with us to my parents. I still hold out some hope that they will recover.
(21:59, 12.05.08 | write a few words )

Short Update

No, nothing has happened yet. Just a lot of false alarms, or should I say false hopes, in the evenings. Number Two keeps me in suspension.
(18:25, 12.04.08 | write a few words [2])

current mood: nervous

It was rather noisy today outside. I haven't yet looked but I believe they have landscaped and planted the tiny garden beds behind the house. I'm interested to discover what they did what made the whole house tremble. I could also be wrong?
(19:36, 04.03.08 | write a few words )

Little One had a restless night, apparently his tummy ached. I felt somewhat guilty giving him into daycare but we four had another much-to-do-day.

By now the apartment is clean! My brother and my father installed the blinds although the one in Little One's room was deemed unsafe and detached again. The srew anchors haven't enough hold because the wall lacks sturdiness. We will try it with longer screw anchors, at a later time. The bath has now a cabinet so that things aren't just lying around anymore.

My visitors left in the evening to return home. That saddened the Little One who went at one time out of the appartment - he can reach the door handles now - to look if grandpa would come back. (I'm glad that we will visit them for the Easter holidays.) He had no hunger at all this evening and I worry over him; I hope he won't become sick.
(20:59, 29.02.08 | write a few words )

My parents and my brother arrived today while I was still sweeping the floor and immediately took over. Mom started cleaning (*sigh*), my brother started to assemble the IKEA bed and my father first carried all the things they brought with them up the stairs to my flat and then attached with me the knobs of the new wardrobe. I managed to iron the clothes too but everything else was taken out of my hands.

The Little One was excited beyond description to have his uncle and his grandparents here. It was difficult to get him to bed although he was visible tired. After we managed that he vanished into dreamland in a flash.

They are planning to return home tomorrow although the time isn't set yet. I feel glad that they are here but also overwhelmed and somewhat guilty that it is only a 'working trip'.

Still too tired for my taste and it hurts when #2 kicks. #2 likes to kick often and it feels to me as if he/she is walking around in my belly.
(21:29, 28.02.08 | write a few words )

Today...

... nothing out of the ordinary happened and for that I am thankful.

Currently I want nothing more than spending the days curled up on the couch and reading. Like today. No writing though so I feel guilty. Managed grocery shopping and spent a long hour outside with the Little One.
(20:53, 19.02.08 | write a few words )

Long Stories

I'm trying to break writer's block. I don't know if it can be truly called writer's block; it's Real Life rudely intruding and disbalancing me emotionally.

In Gotham's Shadow is challenging to write for me. Its projected length is at least 50K because this story was intended to be my NaNo'07 project. Only once before I have written a story so long. Spirits That I Called was the NaNo'05 novel and is only a very rough draft. It isn't finished at all, it isn't even readable yet. After that I was so fed up I haven't been able to look at that pre-novel again so far. (Although I believe that it could become a real novel if I could bring myself to sit down and rewrite it.)

So my personal record is at 50K unfinished. The longest finished story is The Demon's Own at 4.9K. In Gotham's Shadow has just jumped over the 10K hurdle. It is quite respectable for me but now I am lagging and I haven't reached the middle yet. I wonder if I am not cut out to be a novel-length writer. The problem is that the plots I dream up are novel(la)-filling but the act of writing them down - this I find incredible hard.

So, fellow writers, what is the preferred story-length you are writing? Did you ever have similiar problems reaching novel-length? How do you maintain the motivation?

x-posted to kyrre and anvar
(14:15, 07.02.08 | write a few words [4])