tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870768444590309997.post-78926674460488636872008-06-29T22:13:00.002+01:002008-06-29T22:16:51.821+01:00Status Report: Week Twenty-Six<b>Week Twenty-Six – The Stats</b> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Weekly Wordcount: </b><span style="">15,572<b> </b>words<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Average: </b><span style="">2,225 words per day<b> </b>(compared to 1,459 last week)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Most productive day:</b> Saturday 28 June, 4,006 words <u><o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Least productive day: </b><span style="">Wednesday 25 June, zero words<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Year-to-date</b><b style="">: </b>446,329 words (48,206 words behind target)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WtipjzEFc9g/SGf7k9yUfCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ySUHoOebI8c/s1600-h/week+26+daily.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WtipjzEFc9g/SGf7k9yUfCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ySUHoOebI8c/s400/week+26+daily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217415305811491874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WtipjzEFc9g/SGf7duvcSsI/AAAAAAAAAe0/tQ6k2gqH4jU/s1600-h/week+26+pie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WtipjzEFc9g/SGf7duvcSsI/AAAAAAAAAe0/tQ6k2gqH4jU/s400/week+26+pie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217415181513804482" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I plan to write a State of the Nation on Tuesday to commemorate reaching the halfway point of 2008, so today I’ll keep this brief.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Explanatory Notes</i>:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">1)<span style=""> </span>The zero for Wednesday is due to a confluence of factors: I started training someone up at work that day, while still having to get through a swathe of my own work, which left me beat come five o’clock, then had to view a flat on the other side of town.<span style=""> </span>When finally home and settled, watching <st1:country-region st="on">Turkey</st1:country-region> vs <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Germany</st1:country-region></st1:place> seemed a much more promising proposition that eking out a thousand words. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">[Aside: I wanted to spell it “eeking”, but no, “eking” is correct (the gerund of “eke”).<span style=""> </span>I must have been tainted by too much <i style=""><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eek%21_The_Cat">Eek! The Cat</a> </i>as a boy.]</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2)<span style=""> </span>The large slice attributed to poetry is due to a) procrastination (I had to two short story competitions to enter with deadlines of 30 June, so naturally, I couldn’t bring myself to work on short stories till the weekend), and b) a loose definition of poetry (writing a massive amount of words then trimming and trimming until something poetic emerges).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My writing bubble will be burst again next week when some Germans turn up on my doorstep and expect me to drive them around this fair nation.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s a hard life.</p>Craig Cliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04683220586520558481noreply@blogger.com