Day 58 – I’m A One-Armed Coyote

CheneyI'm Writing a Book, On Writing4 Comments

Do. Write. Finish.

I know, you’re saying, “That’s easier said than done.” I know it is! So fucking what? A big-ass boulder tumbles down from the mountaintop and falls on your hand and pins the limb, you either gnaw through your arm like a goddamn coyote or you die under the rock. Door won’t open? Kick it down. Wall blocking your path? Bash it with your skull until it falls or you do.

Life’s getting in the way? I’m sorry, that’s how life works. Life is a series of obstructions — it’s speedbumps all the way down. You’re depressed? Get in line. You’re depressed. So’s that woman over there and she wrote 1000 words today, and yesterday, and the day before. You think I don’t deal with depression? Of course I do. We writers are tailor-made for that.

– Chuck Wendig/Terrible Minds: The Hardest Writerly Truth of Them All

I’m up to 19,279 words now. If you’ve never written a book before, you might not know, that’s, um, a fuck ton of words to crap out in four days. That’s faster than the recommended speed of NaNoWriMo and I don’t even have a reason to do this other than I want to and I have the time, so I can, and so I do.

I am pretty proud of myself that I figured out how to do it BEFORE reading this above quoted article (which I think is a must-read for any struggling writers).

I want to write a book. So I’m doing it. When I’m done next week as I fully intend to be, I’ll tell you how I did it, but now I still have some writing time left tonight, and I’m going to use the shit out of it.

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