Spontaneously, I took up a fellow tweeter on a 1k for one hour challenge yesterday morning, where you sit down with the intent to put out one thousand words in one hour. I saw his tweet just as I was about to lay down to nap and I along with three others took him up on the offer.
I didn’t have a definitive plan. I didn’t have a particular story or scene in mind. In fact, I only had five or six minutes to grab my laptop and get started. But when I did, the words just flowed. I was at 1k at just past thirty minutes in. I was into the story and into the characters. The scene happened to be for a work in progress that I had started a couple of days ago, so it really pushed me ahead on that project and helped me figure some things out with it.
I finished the hour off at 1,185 words, but I didn’t stop there. I simply took a break and wrote sporadically throughout the day. If I had to guess, I’d say the story is nearing the 2,500 word mark and shaping up well.
It got me wondering why I can’t just do this every day? What’s one hour of my life when it can do such much as far as productivity? I doesn’t have to be at 8 or even 10 a.m. It could even be thirty minutes here, thirty minutes there… couldn’t it?
I also got news that a story of mine is initially included in a collection of Anal Erotica, barring being cut at the publisher’s. I had submitted two, the other didn’t make it, so it leveled out. I’ll share details when/if I can.
So, I’m feeling a little less like a loser now, and excited about upcoming projects. If you’ve stuck it out with me, many, many hugs to you!