Okay, I had to restart this thing twice already. That sucks. Truly. But I’m now a day in on my restart. I did 2000+ today. Still, I didn’t do too badly this week, because I topped 16,000 words all together from Monday through Sunday. I can only weep at how awesome the week would have been if I hadn’t had 2 < 2000 word days and 1 < 1000 word day. And I’m still at it tonight. Although I admit, I’m about to fall asleep. Too much coffee apparently makes my caffeine sensitive body go into some kind of freefall. I sucked down another one less than an hour ago and I’m yawning more than ever now. I shouldn’t have wasted the coffee. :D
2000 word a day streak starts tomorrow.* Didn’t I mention that? ;-)
*Total lie. It was certainly not supposed to start tomorrow!
I’m starting a challenge for myself. I’d like to get on a streak of 2,000 words a day, and I’d like to keep it up for 30 uninterrupted days.
I am practicing the habit of consistency.
I need to produce a certain number of words this month and I don’t want to end-load the month.
I want to prove I can do it. To who? Myself. I have discipline, and it’s time I applied some of that to my writing.
It will be fun. Seriously. It is always fun when you do things you aren’t 100% sure you can do. :)
How will I handle setbacks?
Start over. The streak depends on me writing 2,000 words a day for 30 days in a row. There’s really no way around that, so if I miss my goal one day, the streak has to start over the next day. This will suck if I get to 28 days and screw up, so truthfully, the more invested I get, the more motivation I have to keep with it.
Feel free to join me in this challenge
Although I’m a notorious slowpoke of a writer (about 600 words an hour on my really good days), a lot of writers write a lot faster. I don’t mind. Brag about your 2,000 words in 20 minutes in the comments. I promise not to judge. ;)
Didn’t know that? Oops. :)
I don’t hang with writers, or readers, these days. I hang all alone in my little house (a house that’s far too big when it comes chore time) and I write as much as I can.
I have been aiming for 5,000 words a day for almost 6 months now, but I’ve yet to achieve it on more than a couple of occasions. My usual output is more in the range of 2,000 a day.
Since January (a s.l.o.w. month) I have written 68,614 new words and rewritten in some fashion or another countless more. February on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as slow and of those 68,614 words, 51,396 belonged only to February. I feel like I have hit my stride.
Here’s what it looks like in my spreadsheet.
Now, why does this matter? Because it’s the most consistent production I’ve had since I started keeping track back in August of 2012. (Not the only time in my life I’ve tracked my daily writing numbers, but the other sheets were YEARS old and out of date.)
Consistency is something I’ve needed to work on for a long time. Finally getting there has been amazing. My experience also says that the more you write, the more you’ll want to write, and the faster and better you’ll get at reaching those daily goals.
I do daily goals because I’m a natural procrastinator. If I set weekly goals, I wouldn’t reach them because the goals are so large that I couldn’t accomplish them in one day. And yes, I already know I would put them off until the last day.
Know thyself: the only way to stomp destructive habits into the ground.
So, Random Person, welcome to my writing mastermind group, whoever you are. :)
Here’s something for you to do this morning or afternoon or night, or whatever time it is where you’re at right now. Read this article called “6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person” by David Wong, December 17, 2012, because it’s both hilarious and undeniably truthful. If you do click through, here’s your vulgar language warning. Warning: vulgar language resides at the end of that click.
So, I’ve spent a little time undoing a few mistakes I made. Not that the mistakes were huge or anything. (They really were. I really just don’t want to admit that, even though I now find myself admitting it anyway.)
What have I learned from this?
Static sites are great.
But I still love WordPress.
Getting over mental hurdles is a lot (LOT) harder than it ought to be and therefore I shouldn’t have wasted so much time trying to do so when the alternative was less work.
SO many things I think I’m going to do, I never do.
Writing blog posts is currently more fun than writing fiction. Even though I have a deadline of Friday and today is Wednesday night and I have another 10,000 words to write. Guess I’ll have to cut that ending short. :-o
If you haven’t noticed (and I wonder why you would to be honest) I’ve changed from Thesis to WordPress’ own Twenty Twelve theme for this blog. I like Thesis, but it’s become such a hassle to deal with, with the updates and upgrade and the all new back end to learn, and I just couldn’t invest the time. Didn’t want, I should say. So when I realized how much more attractive I found the newest theme from WordPress straight out of the box, I gave it a try, and I must admit, I love it. I don’t need anything too fancy and I’m not a fan of excess images when words are more important to me than pictures most of the time.
I traded out a couple of sites using Thesis for the simpler Twenty Twelve theme and I think it’ll stick. :)
So, my collection of websites continues to shrink as I refuse to renew any that (1) aren’t earning enough to be profitable or (2) bore me. That said, I have purchased 5 new domain names this year in pursuit of my other business. So.
Soon, it will be time for a reorganization of epic proportions. I keep hanging on to the sites that are earning, even though the earnings are stagnant in the best cases, disappearing in the worst, now that I’m not putting any work into any of them.
I’ve moved on. It’s time I let a few things go. :)
Hah! I start this off with a blatant misdirection because as a writer, I feel I have only one obligation. That obligation is to tell a story that means something, either to myself, or to those I want to read it.
Since no one is obligated to read my writings, I feel the same lack of obligation to make any adjustments to my story for any particular person.
A lot of people claim that if you want to publish your writings, you should pay for proofreading, cover creation, line-editing, and sometimes even more editing, but first I ask why?
And then I say, No.
Are artists obligated to have someone edit their art, adding splashes of color where maybe it needs a little something extra, or throwing on another daub of paint here or there? I don’t think so.
I’ll be honest here. I’m not that good with metaphor. That’s why I make it a point to avoid any kind of deliberate attempt at metaphors when I write.
But I can’t think of that many instances where people are sitting around telling an artist that if they don’t have the help of others, then they’re not doing their best work.
I can’t imagine writing as an interactive process, either with readers or editors. That’s not why or how I write. It really is all about me, until I’ve crafted something I want to share and then I personally feel a small obligation to make the story I wrote come across as cleanly and crisply as I imagined it in my head. So I reread, and I edit myself, but no one knows what I intended better than me, so having someone else do this stuff for me is not part of my process. I don’t want people telling me I’m not clear here or I need more description there. The story is what it is. The reader isn’t obligated to like it. The reader isn’t even obligated to read it.
Seriously, I never finish reading a story I don’t like, because I don’t have enough time in the day as it is.
When I get done with a story, I know it’s right for me when I find myself wanting to reread it, and when I do reread, I don’t find anything I don’t like. Boring parts? Don’t need to be there. Clanky sentences? Rewrote. Bad plotting? Trash it. The thing is, I’m telling a story. If it sucks, I know it. If it doesn’t, then maybe there’s someone out there who will enjoy it as much as I do.
I reread the stuff I really like. I can reread a good story within a day of my first read. And if I’m not finding myself tempted to reread my own stuff? I haven’t written a good story. Plain as that.
That’s my obligation as a writer. Admit when I haven’t written some
thing worth rereading. For the rest, edit myself, proof myself, and take full ownership for everything in my story as my art.
Okay, I’m not usually one for strong language but it’s come to my attention that I totally effed up a few of my websites. Back when I thought websites were my ticket out of a JOB, I decided I should go all static on them, which was and still is a great thing. But no, it’s not a great thing because now I’m not pursuing a web empire with quite so much fervor and I only want to do updates when I have something I want to say, quickly. And static does not lend itself to quick little pithy updates.
Only problem is that with my newfound lack of attention to my websites, static is about the safest way to keep the sites. Any other software just makes them vulnerable to un-updated packages that will end up getting my sites hacked.