the DJ got us falling in love again.
So dance dance
Like its the last last night
of your life life
Usher :: DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love
Yesterday, my mother turns to me and asks So, are you going to write another story? She means it exactly that way, as, she hasn’t read much of my writing (not because I do not want her to, but, I do not like to impose on her – I know she isn’t a huge fan of reading/literature) and hasn’t seen everything that I’ve been churning out. She read the story I had out in Finding Home and she seemed to like it. She wanted more. You should write another story, she said.
In fact, I should have told her this year I signed up for something called Get Your Words Out. I thought about it last year, but I ended up shying away from it. It seemed big and scary. I wasn’t sure how many words I wanted to churn out in the year, what projects I wanted to work on, etc. This year, though, I know all those answers. This year, I had no reason not to.
I pledged (what sounds like) a whopping 250,00 words to be written in 2012. That equals out to a 1000 words a day, every weekday and a few days of leeway here and there. What I wanted to accomplish anyway. I’m actually looking forward to it.
Up first, I hope to tackle the draft of Stereoport I’ve been mentioning for a while. I’ve whittled it down to what I think will work, plotwise at least. I expect to have the draft done by late April. Which seems so far off…
After that, I want to get to work on a short fiction collection subverting or otherwise inspired by Rap and Hip-Hop songs. Which I am hoping to have done by early July in time for a summer release. I may put it out myself (most likely). I think it’ll be fun.
Other than that, the rest of the year is free. There’s a lot of words there to fill up with something, but, I don’t want to plan too far ahead of the game. Structure is nice, but, it can get claustrophobic. I hope to ride a happy medium there.
250,000 is a lot more than one story, when I think about it, but, I think it’s a fair assessment to say I’m not stopping.
Yeah Mom, I’m going to write a hell of a lot more.