I Wrote… Yes!
Like many aspiring writers, I have a normal job – a day job that pays the bills. I leave the house for nearly 11 hours a day when you count in commute and lunch. This means I don’t have a lot of time to write or edit. Before the baby I would write about 500 words a day and not every day. An average week for me was 2000 words and a really good week was 3000. In the last two weeks leading up the birth of my son and the first two after, I wrote only 1500 total words – 1500 words in one month. I told you that to tell you something else.
Yesterday I wrote 2500 words. 2500! I know there are a lot of writers that do a lot more, you may be one of them – good for you, you little braggart. This post is about me.
The reason for so much production was the anthology. The original date for rough drafts to be submitted for review was last night. We have since moved that date out a week, but I still wanted to make the first goal. I wanted to do it because I was wondering if I still had it in me to write. One month is a long dry spell and I was worried.
I was 4000 words into my short a month ago and 5500 words just yesterday morning. I wanted to finish. I had thought about the story many a times while commuting, cuddling my baby, or doing any number of other tasks, but I hadn’t had the chance to put pen to paper (or hand to keyboard).
Yesterday I started at 6:50 am. Every time I looked at the clock I would say to myself: “17 hours left”, “9 and a half hours left”, “1 hour 22 minutes left.” The pressure felt good. The writing felt good. I submitted just before the original deadline (I actually had another week). I haven’t looked over the last 2500 words, they may be trash, but I wrote. I wrote, I submitted, and I made my goal. For that I am happy.
