For those of you who’ve followed along over the years, you recognize the pattern: I post something about writing more and then there’s a long pause.
There’s a long pause because – guess what! – I’m not writing anything.
This is a problem for me. Writing is mostly a solitary business, done under the cover of darkness, separate from those around me. When I’m focused, I live mostly in my head. I can shut everything else off and the words just come.
But I’m finding it increasingly difficult to turn everything off. Maybe it’s the excitement of the first few weeks of the new MLS season. Maybe it’s the stress of not knowing if I’ll have a job a month from now. Maybe it’s the popping noise my left knee keeps making. Perhaps it’s the lack of a muse. Could be any or all of these things.
I’m a slow writer at the best of times. I consider it a victory if I can settle down long enough to write a couple hundred words for a blog post every couple months. The only time I really knuckle down and go for volume is in November, when I know my community of writers is all working toward the same goal. I know that if I don’t show up for a write-in, they’ll call me on it. And I can’t fathom the embarrassment of not making my wordcount for NaNoWriMo.
But what about now? Middle of March. No accountability in sight. Except, maybe, for the eight of you who read this blog.
So, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to start on the goal I had been considering for this year. I’m starting three months late. Because I like a challenge.
A thousand words a day, on average, for the year. 365,000 words in total. The blog doesn’t count.
I’m already 80,000 words behind. This should be ridiculously entertaining for everyone.