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1000 Words a Day or Bust

Despite evidence to the contrary, I have not forgotten yet again that I have a blog. I’ve been playing with the sidebar, see? —–> But more importantly, I’ve been working on other writing projects. Not, of course, on the ones I’m “supposed” to be working on, but that’s nothing new. I got a burst of enthusiasm and started editing my 2008 NaNovel about werewolves. Over halfway through, according to my spiffy new progress meter!

Also, I’ve committed to daily writing as part of Inkygirl’s 1000 Words a Day Challenge. I’ve already skipped two days, but I cheated and made up the word count a couple of days later, so don’t tell anyone, ok?

Most days, committing to a specific word count without a particular project goal helps me sit down and just start writing. It works even better if I do it first thing in the morning before my brain has woken up and started telling me I suck. It takes me about half an hour to an hour to blast out 1000 words of freewriting, which usually consists of mulling over elements of various stories. By then I’ve woken up a bit, so I move onto one of my projects.

It’s easier for me to work on a story when I’ve spent a while limbering up my brain. More importantly, freewriting gets me into the rhythm of writing. I might start with meaningless rambling, but one thing leads to another, and connections between things spark ideas I never would have had if I’d made myself get up and stare at a project file until I gave up and went back to bed. Writing is a muscle that gets stiff and easily tired when it’s not used. This daily challenge is my workout.

Thanks again to Inkygirl for the idea and the spiffy graphic! Complete information, including badges for 500 and 250 word challenges, are available on Deb Ohi (inkygirl)’s website.

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Whining Gets You Nowhere

For some reason I’ve been doing a lot of whining about writing lately, especially on Here to Create.

Sorry about that.

I whine that I’m not revising the project I should be, that all my shorts turn into sagas, and on and on. But the problem is that I’m overthinking instead of writing. I know that the writing isn’t just going to flow all the time and of course I need to think about what does and doesn’t work in my stories so I can fix them instead of just shoving them in a drawer or worse, out into the world as they are.

What I don’t need to do is get wrapped up in meta-writing to the exclusion of real writing. Can I call myself a writer? What does that mean anyway? What if I never get the motivation and this thing whithers and dies and I’ve wasted all this time? What if my writing has some fatal flaw that I can never overcome?

It’s ok, you can say it. I get sick of listening to me too.

Most of my worries are pretty pointless when I write them out, which is the benefit of doing it, as long as I don’t let it go too far.  This weekend I did something novel, for me at least. I ignored my angst about whether or not I can write and just wrote. I revised a short-short story I’ve had sitting around for a couple of weeks and ended up pretty pleased with it. And then I spun those characters around, made them do the hokey-pokey, and ended up with some serious progress on another short story.

It’s true, whining gets you nowhere unless you’re one of my cats.

Thats his food bin hes standing on.

That's his food bin he's standing on, in case we missed the point of all that noise he's making.

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