“Success is relative,” said the unsuccessful man.
Story a Day sounds like a great idea in every month between July and May. I don’t count June, because I need a month of recovery and asking myself, “What the fuck was I thinking?” I’ll be gung ho about it again in July, I’m sure.
This is the second year that I’ve done the challenge, and I can say that even if I didn’t get thirty-one stories this year, I did kick last year me’s ass. I’ve written around 17,000 new words. I have fourteen full first drafts, two uncompleted first drafts, and three blog posts. Yes, I’m counting blog posts, even this one. You got a problem with that?
This year has already been much more productive than last year. Not only did I write more, I’m also much happier with what I’ve written. Out of sixteen stories, there’s only one that I suspect might not go anywhere, or will be absorbed into something else later.
I have my entry for Contest Two: “Una Mujer” at Spark: A Creative Anthology , and another story that I plan to submit there for Volume IV. I wrote five humorous pieces, just to show myself and others that I can be funny and that people don’t always have to die in my writing.
I tried my hand at some experimental pieces, after reading some off the wall writing on a website dedicated to that. I found that I still can’t do that very well. I do like my writing to have meaning, be well punctuated, etc., so I guess that’s not for me. I tried.
At this point, I think you’ve figured out that when it comes to self-evaluation, I grade on a curve. There is bad news, of course.
I don’t have discipline. I know that many writers have stated that you have to write no matter how you feel, whether you feel the inspiration or not. I still haven’t figured out how to do this, and spent many hours this month with no idea how to start or finish a story. Some ideas took several days to form in my mind. Since I don’t generally write more than 2,000 words per story, that’s not impressive.
I can’t write outside my own genre very well. Although I had a few ideas for horror or speculative fiction stories, they’re still there in the idea bank, not a word written from those prompts.
So what about next year? How will I make it through 31 days, one story every day? How can I make myself write, start to finish, every day, even if it’s outside my comfort zone?
I haven’t the foggiest. I have ten months to think about it.
Because June doesn’t count, remember.