Insanity tastes like… Everything said here might be a giant lie someday. We’ll see.
I’ve been thinking about practice. I read a quote by someone (or someone quoted it to me? I can’t quite recall) that referred to art, but I’m going to appropriate the meaning for writing. Basically the gist was that if you want to be good at drawing, draw something 1000 times and you’ll excel. I think the idea has merit, which is good because it is essentially the idea behind the Ten Novels in Ten Years project of mine. If I do it ten times (and really, with all the rewrites, drafts etc… it will be triple that at least), I might get halfway decent at this whole writing thing.
So I’m going to extrapolate this concept out even further. I’ve decided that since I now have the time, and certainly the ideas, I want to write one short story a week. I accept they won’t be good. That’s fine. Some will likely be variations on a theme in nature. Who cares? I can sort through later and revise the ones I like, steal from the ones that have promise, and murder the ones that should never see Others‘ eyes. So from now on, Monday is Short Story Day. Each Monday for at least the next year, I plan to write a short story. My only rule for myself is that it has to be at least 2000 words (about 6-7 pages double spaced depending on dialogue etc…).
So begins Doom, part 2.
Now, I go sleep. Maybe.
Novel is creeping along. I think aiming for ten solid pages a week is good enough. Yeah.