I wasn’t really happy with the wordcount from 2013. I didn’t write much, couldn’t even finish an innocent NaNoWriMo novel for that matter and disappointment hung in the air like a dirty, unwashed wife beater that still smells of that one time you tried to exercise and it didn’t quite work out and you don’t want to go to the memory ever again. Literally.
What? No one experiences disappointment this way?
This year I said to myself:
“You will write, buddy. Come on. 1000 words a day.”
Great and very achievable goal. But I made the mistake to insert:
“If you feel ill though or stressed and can’t write 1000 words, write at least 250 words.”
January 2014: 8505 words written.
As it turns out giving myself any room to wiggle out of writing (as you know procrastination is my higher calling) and I can turn it into a hallways of excuses. In this case, I said that 250 is such a small number I can easily write them tomorrow on top of tomorrow’s writing and add it to the words from yesterday.
No one will ever know.
Honestly, the way my brain works has to be a survival horror movie where the protagonist is productivity (played by both Ben Wishaw and Tilda Swinton). No one survives.
I did however finish one problematic story, started another problematic story, continued on a problematic novel (Sourblood hasn’t been a trip) and edited two stories, which are now out searching for homes – the poor orphans. This month marked my all-time highest number of submissions in the wild – six! (Though I technically beat that when I sent out another one on Sunday.)
Anyway, February has started and I have made sure my day starts with the mandatory 1000 words and the pay-off is huge. 4000 words already.
What about you? You fighting for wordcount?