After my successes of August and September, and my colossal failure in October, then arriving at and leaving behind my 37th birthday, I figured it was time to kick it up a notch.
Birthdays always tend to do that kind of thing to me. Like TMBG say, "you're older than you've ever been, and now you're even older." That's always true. You're not getting any younger, and your life is not getting longer (unless science-fiction replaces actual science sometime soon). So, if I want live my dreams, fulfill my goals, and fight off regrets, I'd better get started.
F#@* the 500 words a day for a month thing. The minute that month ended, I stopped writing. I wrote a total of 500 words in the entire month of October, because it wasn't my goal anymore. F#@* it. It's 500 words a day for a year.
Starting November 1st, on which I wrote 322 words. No, that wasn't 500, but I was in the world's worst mood that night, and couldn't make myself do more. It hadn't worn off on the 2nd either. I didn't even try. Just spent the night watching soccer on TV.
It wasn't until this evening, when I forced myself to write, despite not feeling like it again, and found myself turning out 1,383 words, and enjoying every minute of it, that I finally got motivated. I could probably have gone on further, but I gotta be up early to work out tomorrow, so I'm going to get some sleep.
But I'm off. 500 words a day for 365 days adds up to 182,500. I'm betting on many days, like today, I'll get more than that. But that will be my goal for the year. And it should put me well along the way to my million words of crap.
Wish me luck.