If only I had another month.
I guess quite a few of us on this journey would be saying the same thing.
Trying to fully devote yourself each and every day for as long as you can write might seem quite simple, like a mechanic can repairing engines, like an accountant poring over the accounts.
Well, it’s not that simple.
For starters you have to have a continuous train of thought, pushing the plotline along, not just for the one or two or three thousand words that are required as a bare minimum each day, but carry that forth over the thirty days of the month, leading to fifty, sixth or ninety thousand words of coherent story.
Most writers take a year, sometimes more to get that total.
They often write, two, three, four hundred words in a session, perhaps over a day, or several.
I’m amazed that my total so far is very close to seventy thousand words. That’s nearly a novel and a half.
But, it’s not going to be the whole novel when the thirty days are up.
For the statisticians, todays count was 3,242 words for a running total of 69,613.