I am a lazy writer. I would way rather, it seems, read about the national politics of Uzbekistan or watch reruns of Cheers than actually write.
So on September 15, in a conversation with my two closest writing friends, we made goals for ourselves. Mine was to write 10,000 words by the end of the month. For some, that would take a good day. I hope to be that fast some day. For the current me, however, it felt like the ultimate hubris to even pretend I could do it.
But I made it. The prose is probably a little rougher than I’d prefer, but that can all be polished in a rewrite. I’m at, as the sidebar tells you, 60,000 words and have (maybe) another 20,000 to go. Based off what I did this month, I’d like to be finished with the rough draft by Halloween. We’ll see what happens.