The idea is to write 1,000 words a day.
I'm on Day 22. I should have 22,000 words by now. I'm sitting at 14,890.
I'm not upset or disappointed. I'm *way* ahead of where I started.
And I haven't played by the rules.
Instead of writing a "book" or a "novel" or even a "class assignment," I've just been writing stories. Literally whatever comes to mind.
The really weird thing is that I'm surprising myself by going way outside my comfort zone. I've written stories about being deaf, an alien trapped on Earth, an athlete, a stalker, and, weirdly enough, a short piece of erotica.
And I keep getting ideas for new stories as I am writing these. I started keeping a list of big ideas, just in case I wanted to turn one into something.
As odd as it may sound, I've never really given myself permission, until now, to just write whatever. I always thought it had to be for a purpose: a book, a class, a job assignment ... something. I never considered that I could write just for the sheer joy of seeing where a story would take me.
I think I'm falling in love with writing again.
Go forth and write!