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300 Words

Part of my PLAN (I’m using capitalization to refer to my One Year Plan) is to write 300 words per day. Here we are at almost 5 p.m. and I realize that on my very first day pledging to write 300 words, I have not written 300 words. On a new story I’m developing, I’ve written 159 words. Not. A. Lot. So I need to write 141 more words. (That was 70 words.)

I’ve actually been a bit busy today, in that I was not firmly planted on my lovely couch cuddled in with the pups and kitty. The wind continues to be nasty ‘round these parts so I took G to school. After that, I spent some much needed time on the phone with my sister. After that, it was time to gussy up for therapy and a job interview with a temp agency. (146 words! Nailed it!)

New therapist is actually quite nice and I think it will be a productive relationship.

Job? Outlook appears promising. I’ll learn more next week when my would be interviewer returns. My would be interviewer was out due to busted pipes in her kitchen so I got a lovely gentleman to interview me. What kind of work are you looking for? Clerical. Do you mind the manufacturing industry? Not at all. Do you want a manufacturing job? No thank you, just clerical. Do you realize that it will be clerical work for a manufacturer? Fine by me. Would you oppose a drug test? No. Would you take some typing and Excel aptitude tests? Sure.

Quick and to the point. I was out of there in 20 minutes.

What do I hope to achieve? Some of these are temp to hire and some are direct hires. And yet some are just temporary. In any of these opportunities, I will get of the house and interact with human beings. It’s an opportunity to exercise my social skills and my mind and use my time at home, after G heads to bed, to truly write. To sit down and put 300 words into creating my story.

And this little exercise just helped me exceed my daily total. That’s some good practice right here.

(372 words. Boom.)

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