Happy seven-year writerversary!
June 1st marks the anniversary of when I started taking myself seriously as a writer. I was starting my Creating Writing Masters program at Wilkes University and I figured if I was going to dump that kind of money into being a writer I better actually be one. So I made a vow to write every single day.
That was seven years ago. I've kept that vow since then. I have written every single day for 2,557 days straight. Through the birth of my two children, moving into a new home, vacations, and just not really wanting to, I've produced words every single day. I've accumulated over 7200 writing hours (and counting). I've had fifteen short stories published in that time and written five pretty good novels and three pretty ok but probably not as good as I think screenplays.
I almost missed my writerversary this year (which is why this post is four days late). I just didn't really think about it until it was already past. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I'm leaning towards good. Writing isn't even a "thing" anymore. Now it's just a regular part of my day like eating or getting dressed. I'd say showering but, if I'm being honest, I haven't even done that every single day for the past seven years (Damn kids...). One way or another I'm going to get my hours in. People ask me how I manage to write every single day and the answer is that I stopped watching television. So if you're looking for the key, that's it. There are only 24 hours in the day. Something has got to go. Sacrifice.
So what's next? Year #8, of course. Eventually I figure the world will give up trying to stop me and I'll get one of these novels published. It's a war of attrition and I'm in it for the long haul.