A member of one of my writing support groups – Broad Universe – has issued a challenge to other members, of sorts. We're supposed to set a goal to hit for words written in a day, for five days a week, for ten weeks. Keep track of how many words you write, and report your progress to the group every week. It's intended to give people a goal, support if they don't meet it, and congratulations if they do.
I'm off to a very rocky start. In six days, I've managed to write 453 words, 484 words, and 1006 words. I was hoping for 1000 words a day.
In my defense, I've got a lot going on in my life right now. I'm on the committee for OSFest 3, a local sf convention, and that is coming up in about four days. I was finally tracked down by my high school graduating class (not that I was trying to hide), and I spent the last 2 days traveling to and attending our class reunion. And my free-lance business does require some time. Which is exactly why this 'challenge' was issued. It's supposed to make us not be satisfied with a few stolen minutes of writing, but get us to actually devote some time to it.
That's actually what I'm supposed to be doing. Having retired from my day job, I was going to spend mornings on my free-lance stuff, afternoons on my writing, and maybe actually talk to my family in the evenings. Somehow, things have gotten all scrambled up, and I'm back to those 'stolen' moments for my writing.
I will be lucky if my numbers are even that good this next week. But the week after that … well, I'll have to wind things down after this year's convention, but at least I won't have people wanting answers at all hours of the day and night, and then I can try to straighten out my schedule, concentrate on getting some real writing done. Wish me luck.
Oh, and by the way, since I expect to be crumpled into a small fetal ball by next Sunday, after 3 days of convention, I probably won't manage a blog. Trudy