It has been 18 days into writing 500 words a day and I believe I’ve officially written more on any one piece than I ever have at this point. I’m over 11,000 words which is almost double the size of my self-published short story. There haven’t been any issues with this pace at all and…

I have been tasked with writing an article that describes things that kids can do as an enrichment activity and one of the things on the list is creative writing. The first sentence that came to mind when I considered this as something for kids to do is: “Creative writing is a sure way for…

I’m 11 days into my new approach for writing and I can say without a doubt that I should have been tackling projects like this all along. In the space of that time I have added 5,663 words to my book and looking at that number is encouraging as hell. The number of words I…

The steady approach to writing seems to be a much better way at getting results, and I’m over a week of 500 words a day now. It isn’t a crazy goal every day, and the results are more than I’ve ever achieved through the short, miraculous bursts I’ve received during windfalls of inspiration. This doesn’t…

The desire to write anything and everything toward the progress of my next book has taken ahold of me. I’ve already exceeded my target daily word count of 500 and I want to keep writing but I don’t want to exhaust the source for the days in the future. My concern is that it would…

It feels incredibly encouraging to make progress on one of my projects. I can feel the pressure to tackle this monster task releasing it’s grip upon me with every 500 words I complete. I know that there will come a time where getting to 500 words will feel like giving birth but today it felt…

I have started writing the road trip book I have put off for no apparent reason and I have committed to writing 500 words a day toward that project. It’s a commitment to myself and to the universe to get this story out of my head and onto the page. This will be in addition…

Now that there is truly nothing happening and I feel as though the dust has settled almost entirely on the past, what is stopping me from going for it, creatively? I say it to myself all of the time and today is another such occasion: If you can’t do it now, with the least distractions…

And just like that, any illusions we may have had about the time of year have blown away with the first gust of the 40s. The trees join us in recoiling from the cold, seeming to shiver in anticipation. The clouds put on a moody display almost daily and I’m in love with the amount…

If today were the day I died, would it feel auspicious, inconspicuous, or like just another Monday? I suspect that for the overwhelming majority, it would go completely unnoticed, and I feel the greatest sense of loss about this fact. Not for anything I may miss, but that I may have had such little impact…