We all have dreams. Dreams are why we get out of bed in the morning. One o my first dreams of childhood was to be a writer. I remember clearly: I was in kindergarten; it was open house day. The day the parents got to visit the classroom with the students. We showed our parents, where we studded, played, and napped. One of the parents asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I said I wanted to be a writer.
Five years ago, I wrote a few short stories. Somehow they got published. I was no longer just a writer. I became an author.
Over the past year, I struggled to put together one more short story. For over eight months that was all I wrote. I had a dream to be a writer, but nothing was coming out of the keyboard.
Forty-nine days ago, I started something new. I made a plan. My plan was to write one thousand words a day. First draft stuff, no grammar, no spelling, just word vomit. One thousand words a day. Today, I just finished forty-nine days straight. I’m nearing the end of my first-draft. Of my first novel.
Today’s word count is 50,137 words. I’m not done, almost but not just yet. But today I am celebrating. I had a number in my head of 50,000 words. That was something I never thought I could do.
So thank you for indulging me.
Dream + Plan = Success
50,137 words