What do one hundred and fifty words even look like? I’m not sure, but I’ve socially obligated myself to write that many every day this month.
I’d tried psyching myself up for NaNoWriMo, but let’s say that the timing was terrible coming off of October. Instead, let’s say “calling it terrible timing” is the “understatement of the year.” Also, I’m not sure what I’d do for a novel. (Do I even have a novel to write?)
And that brings this Buck Fifty Writing Challenge to the rescue. It’s impossibly lightweight and, more importantly, flexible. If I somehow did manage to vomit out 1,400ish words a day for 30 days, they’d probably end up in the trash can on Day 31.
Because I still don’t know what I’m working toward. Well, beyond the habit—the muscle memory—of writing regularly. And that’s enough: The idea of simply training.
Some of these buck fifty episodes might get posted. Now that I think of it, why not start at the beginning?
The rest could be notes for other projects that have swirled around over the years or weeks.