Right now I’m staring at 300 pages and 62,000 words. I haven’t written a blog post in a very long time and those 300 pages and 62,000 words are why. On top of that, I’ve completed about ten thousand words of short-short stories (under 5,000 words) for a total of another 15,000 words and started several more. This is in only the last six months.
Why am I even talking about this? Am I bragging?
Let’s call this what it is. I’m flabbergasted I’ve made it this far. I’m betting this is what it feels like for people who run marathons. They sign up for a fun activity, they need a hobby, but secretly they’ve always wanted to push themselves past some imagined limit.
Can you imagine yourself achieving the one thing you’ve dreamed about your whole life? The dream people scoff at as if it were the equivalent to winning the lottery?
How about smaller dreams? You just want to better yourself or stay in shape. When you make your goals smaller and achieve them then it’s time to move them up, keep raising that bar.
And that is all I’m doing.
Some people run a marathon and I’ve chosen to write a novel. But just like a race I don’t expect to come in first place the first time. My goals are not connected to success. Instead I connect them to something measurable: completion by a certain date.
This is the time of year people start thinking of resolutions and yearly goals. Several years ago I didn’t wait for New Years I just started. I think this worked for me. So do whatever it takes to make it work for you.
So this concludes my update post.
I love comments! Every time you comment rainbows and glitter will appear, you will save a puppy or kitty. Not realistic? This post has been all about pushing yourself to believe the impossible and you might as well start now