Every time I sit down to write I don't.
Every night I stew on this novel that's not ever happening because I am not writing. Anything. Oh, I write some great Google+ posts maybe and some funny facebook status blurbs. But I'm not writing.
Watching Fiona Skye take off and work hard has been an inspiration. Watching Ferrett work hard has been an inspiration. Watching any author I adore work hard has been inspiring, but what have I done with that inspiration?
One of Neil Gaiman's tumblr posts kicked me in the face with truth and justice. It basically said: how are you going to become a good writer if you don't write? Just write. Write. 350 words a day at least. Even if they are 350 of the worst words in the universe. Just do it. Make art.
I've been writing words for a character for 10+ years in a chat room with friends without tire, basically. How can I NOT be writing stories?
So--that's where I've been and where I will be this month. Struggling to write 55-1000 words a day for 30 days because NANOWRIMO isn't enough punishment, right?
And then I made this: Behold a Pink Robot & Other Fat Lady tales.
They're probably horrible words. They need work. I need work when it comes to this thing called writing. But I'm doin' it.
It's generally said that if you do something for 30 days, it becomes a habit. Let's hope so!