I sat down and did 10 sprints of 10 minutes each this morning broken up into two blocks by breaking my fast with a smoothie bowl, and I’m going to be totally honest with you, Dear Reader: they felt really fucking good. I’ll get into the specifics of what I’m doing in a post later this week after I have some numbers to look at and (over)analyze, but so far I’m pretty pleased.
I took a break after nearly finishing chapter one and skimmed the opening letter we got from the Camp NaNoWriMo team (specifically Tim since I’ll be quoting him) this morning for Day One. It was the normal “you got this” kinda stuff. Motivating? Sure! A little sappy? Of course! (And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.) But when I came across this line, I had to stop because I legit felt tears prick at the back of my eyes:
I’m writing this because I care about it, and because I want to take a few steps closer to being the writer I want to be.
Wow. Yeah. That fucking resonates.
I joked with Husband that this was going to be the book that made us millionaires. Would I like to sell this thing in the end?
But I really do care about it, and I want to be better. I want to be able to be productive, and to produce good stuff. I want to put something out in the world that brings people joy–that is at the core of why I write really. I’m a people pleaser, it’s in my blood, but also I want to give to people what I got from other stories: fun, excitement, escape.
And I can’t do any of that if I suck. So here’s to day one of sucking less! So far I’ve got 2032 words down, and I’m ready to start in on another sprint. Noom!