I’m a writer. I live in words. I always have.
Even when I’m not writing physically, my mind never stops.
Letters become words which become sentences and conversations.
On the page or in my head, they never stop.
What better way to handle the incessant chatter than to stop thinking and just start writing.
Instead of being “stuck in my head” I become prolific on paper.
When I started the year with this idea, I wasn’t sure how it would work.
If you look at my numbers for the first two months of 2017, I think you’d have to agree it’s working.
1975 daily average word count. 116,504 words written in 59 days. Blew away the Nanowrimo word count from November.
You can see the inconsistency of where I wrote (journal, blog, other) start to come up more in February.
However, where doesn’t matter to me. Words are what matter to me.
Or as Ursula K. Le Guin says, “Words are my matter.”