Well, if I’ve failed to write my fiction every day, I’m hardly going to manage daily blog updates.
Following my utter failure to write a novel in 50,000 days, I’m attempting an easier challenge: 100k in 100 days. As any maths genius will point out, that means I only have to write 1,000 words a day rather than the slightly trickier 1,666. 666 words doesn’t sound like it makes much of a difference, but when you miss a day, it’s a lot harder to make up 1,666 than 1,000. And I miss a lot of days.
Case in point, it is the seventeenth day and I have only written on six of them. Shameful. And I could make the excuses of work, Scouts, social commitments and all the usual spiel (as I probably did in my last post), but there’s no point: I’m just shit.
I’m trying. Any time I have a full lunch break, I spent it sitting in my car, typing away. I’ve even managed to get two thirds of a new short story, looking at the Snow White fairy tale from a different angle, written in less than a week – a level of productivity that’s usually far beyond me.
The joy of the 100-day deadline is I still have plenty of time to catch up. If I write that little bit extra every day, and maybe have a couple of writing binges at weekends, and hopefully I’ll manage 100,000 by April.
Why am I so fussed about these writing challenges? I’ve been writing fiction on and off since my early teens, but now I really want to get my writing career back on track. Which is to say, I want to get it vaguely near the track.
I have half a fantasy trilogy that needs some serious work before I’m happy with it, a light-hearted sci-fi novel about killing Hitler to finish, and plans for a twist on fairy tales that inspired my Snow White short story – plus a ton of other ideas.
Every week I listen to hours of author podcasts and hear people talking about how you have to really dedicate yourself to writing if you want to get published, either traditionally or via self-publishing. It’s as much a business as it is a hobby, and I really should start thinking about it like that.