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You Only Need To Type One Word Per Day!

You Only Need To Type One Word Per Day!

One word a day! I could do that. That doesn’t even make sense does it? If I set a goal to write one word a day, imagine how long it would take to finish writing a book. I feel as though I am stuck in a place not far from that idea with ‘What Line’. It’s been slow going. You can read this blog post by Richard Ridley that has inspired me to think about the one word concept. I don’t think I have gone completely cuckoo!

Some authors – most authors – set a daily word count goal. It is far from a one word a day goal. That count is more like 1500 – 3000 words or more a day. That would really get the ball rolling for sure.

Think of the pressure you are under with that higher count. Take for instance, there is the emergency run to the vet after your dog ate the last ten pages of your novel. The hot water heater didn’t only spring a leak, it flooded your basement. Sick kids. Sick you. Life happens and there is not a thing we can do to stop it. When it happens there goes that unrealistic goal of your word count. It’s shot to hell in a hand basket. And since we all don’t like to fail, sometimes we don’t even try.

 

Bad Dog!

Bad Dog!

Placing your word count goal at one word per day is much more realistic. You open your laptop to your novel. Refresh your mind by rereading the last chapter you wrote. Open up a fresh blank page and start typing. Type that one word. You pretty much have to type more than one word to finish a sentence and then that sentence runs into another and then a paragraph forms. A few more paragraphs, another page or two and look at that. You not only surpassed your word count of one word – you wrote a whole new chapter!

So folks, I’m changing my word count goal to one word per day. How about you? I’ve already typed almost four hundred words just by writing this post. Counting the deletions and retypes and I have! Now I have to go get that one word typed into ‘What Line’.

Happy goal setting!

Elle

 

Every Writer’s Dream?

Every Writer’s Dream?

Blink. Blink. Rub. Rub. Focus on. Focus off. The time was. 11:11pm and my eyes were not cooperating in the manner I wished them to. The characters on the second episode of Grey’s Anatomy were going left, going right. There were missing pieces to the plot. It wasn’t their fault. It was mine. My bed was calling. I switched the TV off and shook H awake for he had already dozed off in the middle of the first episode.

I left him to check on the cats, lock up, and to piddle around in the kitchen as he does every night before coming to bed. But, for some unknown reason sleep evades me about one night a week. And tonight was the night. Nodding off before H came to bed was the easy part. Staying asleep through his nightly ritual is another. As he climbs into bed and flips on the TV it is a matter of minutes before he is snoring softly with the TV turned down low, flickering scenes on and off. I wonder how he can sleep like that – and so easily too. I grope for the remote and fumble for the off button.

I’m up in an hour, feeling my way down the dark tunnel of the narrow hallway, wondering what lurks at the end near the light from the moon shining brightly through the living room windows. Nothing reached out to grab me as I made my way to the dimly lit kitchen. I empty the dishwasher, lining my brightly colored Fiesta ware up just so in the cabinets and stacking the silverware up in neat rows in their rightful places in the drawer. I set aside a bowl and glass for H’s breakfast. I turn my attention to clearing the unnecessary clutter from the coffee table, roll up the newspaper for recycling, trash the junk mail,  and stack the magazines neatly on the end table.

Now back in my cozy bed I can tell its going to be a long night. I lay the backsplash in the kitchen, lining up the little one inch square tiles perfectly around the odd shaped window sill and behind the stove. It wasn’t as hard as I though it would be. Standing back and admiring my work, I glimpse the new pantry cabinet we bought last weekend laying bare and naked on its side in the dining area. I upright it in the empty space at the end of the counter. This is no easy feat to manage by myself. The soft gray paint rolls on smoothly and evenly. As the paint dries, I add color to the doors.  The hardware is attached and the job is finished.

Then, I write. I write blog posts – lots of blog post. I write chapters and chapters of “What Line” and put the  finishing touches on the book cover. I start my Alaska book story.

The vibration and a ringing in my ears comes two early as I slide the alarm on my phone off. The narrow hallway is not so dark in the morning light as I make my way down it once again.

Even though I had worked so diligently throughout the night, the pantry cabinet is still on its side on the floor and the backsplash tiles still stacked on the kitchen counter. I should have know better. There was no way I could move that cabinet into position all by myself. However, the coffee is waiting for me to hit the on button, the dishwasher is empty and the coffee table cleared of yesterday’s clutter.

Now if I could only find what dark corner of my brain I filed all those blog posts, chapters of ‘What Line’ and the beginning of my Alaska book, I would be one happy person. As it is I’ll be running on empty all day today!

Elle

 

 

 

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