Well, Friday I got bit by the story-bug and I’ve been writing furiously on what began as Ab-solutly since. I’m not posting what I’ve written because it’s still not done and I’m seeing some potential as an action novella – and even then it’s starting to stretch it’s wings and ask to be more. I’m writing, I’m just not posting everything I’m doing right now…. Forgive me?
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I may or may not get a story written today. In fact, I might not get anything written today because today is a crazy, crazy day. But I wanted to take a few moments to reflect back on what I’m doing and the progress I’ve made.
Too often I get caught up in my to-do list, I have to scratch everything off my list in order to have a productive day – this leads me to missing things, skipping over the accomplishments because I didn’t manage to get every piddly thing done. When I started Story a Day I knew it was unrealistic to think I’d never skip a day, so I challenged myself to only miss five days this month; I’ve missed one day and that was understandable and sometimes things happen that you can’t control.
I can say that Story a Day has positively challenged me to be creative – every day. I was already writing a good deal every day, but the added challenge of Story a Day has upped my productivity and output. I’m already over 30K as far as total writing and I haven’t even tallied up what I’ve written in the last five days and when I add that in I’m prepared to be astonished.
Writing Space Particle was unexpected and, well, very hard but I love what I managed to get down. I’m toying with the idea of expanding it into a longer piece.
Being Valter has sort of stalled, but the ideas are there, simmering and getting ready for the second half of the month.
Pele’s story, from what I’ve heard from some readers, is compelling and troubling – which I was going for. She’s not really meant to be liked.
And then there are the things I wasn’t expecting, my little picture book which was so much fun to make, my nightmare turned short story, and everything else. I’ve accomplished a lot and I’m really proud of myself. This is my moment to stop and smell the roses; to realize that I’ve not failed, I’ve succeeded no matter what my scrap of paper says.
What have you succeeded in doing?