In the time since my last post, I got a job. I also took a tiny day trip with my family and my girlfriend spent nearly a week here.
Really, I don’t feel too much shame about not writing in that time, but there will always be that pang of guilt that yells, “Think how much you would have written!” And by always, I mean even if I were in the hospital, I’d be thinking, “Oh, I bet if I were at home, I’d be writing right now,” regardless of whether I actually would be. (Probably not)
So when are excuses okay?
I wrote a story for my first 2000 words. It’s not great, but the goal isn’t greatness yet, just production.
I did 2000 words and that’s enough for me. Read them here:
Pine House Lake
I consider myself a writer. Ask me what I want to do career-wise, I answer, “Write.” Preferably fiction, but much like acting, beggars can’t be choosers.
My problem is that I don’t write. I imagine that’s everyone’s problem. Everyone who talks about how they really want to write a novel but they never do.
And so, I begin this blog with this promise: 2000 words a day from here onwards. I promise I will write that much on a typical day. Occasionally, I will indeed miss a day; occasionally I will not meet 2000 for some reason. For the most part, however, 2000 words a day.
Here is my framework: How to Create a Habit in 15 Days