It's a lot of words.
Jan. 1st, 2020 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ratbonesWord count for 2019: 146,698
...Yeah, so I will have cleared 150k within probably a week. It's like, once I had the thought in my head that I'd clear 150k in 2019, I immediately had to not do it, just to spite the universe, or myself. You know, I've tried to put habit trackers on my phone multiple times. The problem is, I get more satisfaction out of flipping off the reminder notifications than I do out of ticking the little boxes.
Still, though. I say "word count for the year", but it starts in May. It's a lot of words, fast, for someone who just switched it on out of nowhere. I still haven't totally made sense of that. I wasn't even a little bit a writer this time last year. I kind of wanted to be, and I had kind of tried multiple times since I was a kid, but finishing anything seemed way too hard for me and out of reach. You know how they say your brain isn't done growing till you're 25? It's like plotting was the last thing to grow in on me.
Maybe all the writing is a temporary phenomenon. It doesn't feel temporary. It feels important. In a way that other endeavors in my adulthood haven't. I've been thinking about that, and about storytelling, and about what exactly it is I'm doing here. No brilliant conclusions yet.
All-Consuming is sitting at 90k words right now, and will certainly be over 100k before it's done (presumably within the month). I have a bunch of feelings about that, too, but it seems kind of silly to work through them before I've finished the thing. I may feel totally differently about it by then.
There's a level of unsettledness about not writing as much as I planned over the past two months. Sometimes I think I decide not to write for good reasons, like being a human meat person who needs to take breaks and isn't always up to producing quality work. Sometimes I think I'm allowing myself to be stymied and inhibited because I've come to the point where "ratbones" is no longer an identity I can abandon without losing anything if I really beef it. Realistically, it's both, but I've been thinking about the second one, and I don't have a brilliant fix for that, either. It's not like I can magically make myself give less of a shit (that would be convenient in many ways.)
Anyway. I think maybe I should concentrate on something besides untangling myself, just for half a second. So, first off, I'm pretty proud of myself for writing so much in 8 months when I hadn't planned to write anything or set any goals. Secondly, thank you so much, Guardian fandom people. I know there's a general sense that 2019 sucked and we're all hoping for a better 2020, but my 2019 was actually awesome because you guys are awesome and talented and fun and welcoming and kind. This fandom means a lot to me. Happy New Year, everyone. I hope we can keep doing this for a while longer.
Oh. Also, I'm finally reading the Yuletide collection. Thank you to everyone who participated, allowing people like me to freeload! What a harvest of stories, guys, wow.
...Yeah, so I will have cleared 150k within probably a week. It's like, once I had the thought in my head that I'd clear 150k in 2019, I immediately had to not do it, just to spite the universe, or myself. You know, I've tried to put habit trackers on my phone multiple times. The problem is, I get more satisfaction out of flipping off the reminder notifications than I do out of ticking the little boxes.
Still, though. I say "word count for the year", but it starts in May. It's a lot of words, fast, for someone who just switched it on out of nowhere. I still haven't totally made sense of that. I wasn't even a little bit a writer this time last year. I kind of wanted to be, and I had kind of tried multiple times since I was a kid, but finishing anything seemed way too hard for me and out of reach. You know how they say your brain isn't done growing till you're 25? It's like plotting was the last thing to grow in on me.
Maybe all the writing is a temporary phenomenon. It doesn't feel temporary. It feels important. In a way that other endeavors in my adulthood haven't. I've been thinking about that, and about storytelling, and about what exactly it is I'm doing here. No brilliant conclusions yet.
All-Consuming is sitting at 90k words right now, and will certainly be over 100k before it's done (presumably within the month). I have a bunch of feelings about that, too, but it seems kind of silly to work through them before I've finished the thing. I may feel totally differently about it by then.
There's a level of unsettledness about not writing as much as I planned over the past two months. Sometimes I think I decide not to write for good reasons, like being a human meat person who needs to take breaks and isn't always up to producing quality work. Sometimes I think I'm allowing myself to be stymied and inhibited because I've come to the point where "ratbones" is no longer an identity I can abandon without losing anything if I really beef it. Realistically, it's both, but I've been thinking about the second one, and I don't have a brilliant fix for that, either. It's not like I can magically make myself give less of a shit (that would be convenient in many ways.)
Anyway. I think maybe I should concentrate on something besides untangling myself, just for half a second. So, first off, I'm pretty proud of myself for writing so much in 8 months when I hadn't planned to write anything or set any goals. Secondly, thank you so much, Guardian fandom people. I know there's a general sense that 2019 sucked and we're all hoping for a better 2020, but my 2019 was actually awesome because you guys are awesome and talented and fun and welcoming and kind. This fandom means a lot to me. Happy New Year, everyone. I hope we can keep doing this for a while longer.
Oh. Also, I'm finally reading the Yuletide collection. Thank you to everyone who participated, allowing people like me to freeload! What a harvest of stories, guys, wow.
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