Novel’s at 59,195 words.
Didn’t get much writing done over Christmas break at all. Had all these great plans for cranking out mounds of text while I was off work, plans that got thrown out when my wife and I both came back from seeing my family in Texas with the flu.
Oddly enough, it seems the break was good for me. I’ve been getting up an hour earlier since the start of the new year, taking time to both exercise (nothing makes me worry about my physical fitness more than when my body breaks down on me) and write.
So far it’s working. I’m still sick, and now sore to boot, but I’ve hit my word goal every day this week. I feel like I’ve discovered an extra hour that was hiding from me.
I’ll also admit a small part of me likes writing despite my lingering cough, as if each word is me spitting in the eye of disease.
So here’s to the New Year. May we all use it to write more, to write better, to write, write, write.
