The Basement Office

(I wrote this elsewhere for some good friends but frankly, I think it should be shared here)

I just cranked out 400 words.

That officially makes it 50 days of continuous daily writing.

(2 days at the 350 minimum).

Some stats:

Average word count a day:  376 (rounded up)
Highest day:  670  (Oh wow.  Not very high.  Thought I had a 1k day in there somewhere)
Lowest day:  253 (I remember that day, within the first 2 weeks and it was a hard one)

I have NEVER in my life written every day like this.  I’ve written 20K in a day, I’ve done and succeeded mutliple times at NaNo and one year I did NaNo 2 months in a row to hit 105K on a manuscript.

This feels good.

I feel confident in what I’m writing.  I feel confident that I CAN keep writing.  I feel confident I can make it to 100 days with a higher quota (350 a day now).

My writing feels good.  It feels a lot more consistent.

I look forward to sitting down and writing now.  The last few days I’ve been itching to write from the time I wake up.

Damn I like this in myself.

I like myself better when I’m writing.

Thanks guys for all your support.

A note:  If *I* can figure out how to do this.  If I can find a way and do it…you all can.   Just keep writing.

A special note to my inner shithead:

Fuck you shithead!  Fuck you sideways and the horse you rode in on.  Today, you have NO power over me.   I’ve beaten you 50 times, and I will thrash the shit out of you for the next 50!  I will beat you if I have to tap out my 350 words on my Kindle while the battery is dying.  I will beat you with a crayon and a napkin if I have to.

Do you understand me shithead?

I know you’ll win again eventually.  I know you’ll fill me with doubt.  I know you will hit me with despair.  You will win.  That’s reality.  That’s life.

That’s fine.

But NEVER AGAIN will you EVER win UNOPPOSED.    If you win, I will fight you kicking and screaming (and I WILL fight dirty)

You’re gonna have to work for it now.

You will win again, but after all that work?  I’m gonna get right back up like a balloon clown and kick the shit out of you again.

Fuck you shithead.  I am a writer.  I will always be a writer and now I’m done talking to you.

I’m off to write some more.