On January 8, 2018, I challenged myself to write 500 words a day. I chose 500 words because I kept seeing a Facebook ad that said I should write 500 words daily. I’m a writer so I said, “I should be able to do this”. I didn’t stipulate how long the challenge would last so I guess I’ll know the end date when I get there. Maybe it will last for a month, maybe for this entire year or who knows maybe this is a lifestyle change for me. Kinda like when I gave up red meat and pork and my stomach started refusing chicken. Maybe it’s my new normal.
January 8th came and went and I hadn’t written not one word. Not a blog, not a business tip, not even a post-it note. My first day of the challenge was a complete failure. I mean I didn’t even turn on my laptop. Tuesday came and I managed to do a social media post. It had exactly 10 words which means I was 490 words short. Not a total failure but still way short of my goal. I told myself that I had been unable to write because the house was noisy and that was the cause of my “writers block”.
By Wednesday morning I decided that I was not going to “punk out” of my own challenge and I sat down at my computer. I created a folder on my desktop that I called “In Progress”. I opened up a Word Document and stared at a blank page while waiting for a unicorn to dance pass my window and deposit my inspiration for the day. And when that didn’t happen I began to write my thoughts; which is really hard for me.
You see, I may have started a blog #My2Cents, but committing your words to print for others to read is really scary stuff. What if people don’t like it or think it’s stupid or worse think I’m stupid? Yes, after self-publishing 2 books and having people ask me when the next one will be ready, I still get nervous every time I write. I keep asking myself will this be the one where people say, “girl what were you thinking”? Talk about self-doubt on steroids. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t post most of the things that I write.
I promised myself that this year would be different. Mostly because there is no way I’m going to do what it takes to write that many words per day and not let somebody other than Rob read them. I guess it’s my way of peeling back another layer to reveal more of my authentic self. And since 500 words a day is really 2500 words a week, I am now caught up. Actually, I’m ahead by 67 words. Looks like this week wasn’t so bad after all. Stay tuned.