By the numbers, during January I wrote 42,543 words, at an average of 1,372 words per day. I wrote every day, which put my writing streak at 473 days in a row as of Jan. 31—in fact, I’m on pace to hit 500 days in a row around the end of February.
I’m aiming for 500,000 words for the year. It’s attainable, plus I’m anticipating some slower going as I try some new things in Rucksack Universe tales and other stories.
Why slower going? I can tell you in one word.
No. One number.
Earlier this week I went through my catchall “Fiction” file for all the various Rucksack Universe scribblings, drafts, and concepts that I’ve started and haven’t finished over the last few years.
And there were 90.
I’m still reeling from that. I had a feeling it was a good-sized number, but feckin 90?
That’s 90 stories that could be out in the world. That a publication could be considering. That you could be enjoying. 90 potential new adventures in the Rucksack Universe. Just sitting around in a damn file, doing nobody a gram of good.
Well, except to irk me—and I like to turn irkedness into action.
So starting now, I’m working on how I’m going to get all 90 of these to some form of finished story.
It’s going to be an interesting year.