I’ve been thinking all day about why it’s so much easier for me to write in “bite-size chunks,” and I can’t figure it out. I wish I could do what some of my friends are able to do.
I’ve heard some people talk about writing 1,000 words a day. I’m still kind of blown away by the idea that if you write 1000 words a day, you would have 365,000 words by the end of the year. That’s enough for three novels. That seems so doable, yet so, so far away. I just plug away at my bite-sized blog posts and keep trying.
So okay. Let’s do the math. If I can do 250 words a day for a year, I will have 91,250 words in a year (more in a leap year). That’s enough for ONE novel or long-form nonfiction. I’m watching the word count in the lower right-hand corner of my screen, and I’m still not at that point. But I could be. I could do 250 words in most days. They might not be the prettiest or most poetic, but they’d be there. They’d be there to be edited. They’d be there to be revised. And of course, some days I might write more than 250 words.
But that might not be today. That’s okay because tomorrow I might write 300 words to make up for today. And there is my truth for this day. As Forrest Gump might say, “That’s all I want to say about that.”
(Just for the record, that last sentence put me in at 243.)
Finding Our Voices Together 