At the beginning of this year I posted about my unprecedented word count for 2018: nearly 250,000 words. Not bad for a slow writer.
Well, thinking back on that has been kind of stressful as I look at all the projects I wanted to have done by the end of 2019 that aren't done, and I never have time to write, and 2018 was the best year of my life, why can't I have it back, and all that.
So today I randomly decided to tally up what I've written in the ten months of 2019.
Roughly 87,000 words.
And suddenly I laugh at myself.
No, it's not 250k. No, it won't be by the end of the year. No, I haven't finished most of the projects I hoped to.
But WITH a book launch, WITH Instagram headaches, relentless marketing, procrastination, and social media distractions, WITH building a website, blogging, and book reviewing, WITH the busiest year of my life, period, I have written what equates to a full-length novel. Written MORE than I've ever written any other year aside from 2018. Eighty-seven thousand words.
I figure that ain't too shabby.
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