Weirdos Write on Occasion

One of my hobbies is writing. Directly after the Spring 2017 semester, I decided that I would write 1000 words per day for a special story of mine. This did not actually happen. I am easily distracted. So easily distracted, as a matter of fact, that when somebody suggested I might have ADD, I laughed for a while, then seriously took a quizlet. Then discovered that I ranked up at a toasty 88%. Then I cried.

Anyway, it's important that I finish this piece. It's kind of my baby. I've been working on some variation of it throughout my life. Past versions have never been especially good. I was missing something, and I couldn't figure out what that something was. I guess some stories just need to stew and gain a little life experience, because after my brother died, it was like I just knew the angle it had to take. I also knew that I had to start working on it promptly if I wanted it to end. Life seemed so short so suddenly. I wanted to write something in my brother's memory, and I wanted the story to outlive me somehow.

More easily said than done, sometimes. I had to buy programs made just to block me from my phone and computer. I started keeping a little log of the words written. I did all right. From February to August, I wrote nearly 50,000 words. 50,000 words is the typical size for most novels.

I'm pretty worried that I'll never finish it. I feel like I'm fighting myself to get it done. But I did get a lot of work done. The real challenge: seeing if I can keep up the writing habit through the school semester at a much reduced 200 words per day.