Admittedly, I am in a meta-state of denial because, obviously, I am writing this blog post. But it doesn't count. As much as I value sharing my thoughts via this cozy little web nest, these words move me no closer to the goal - 'The End' - in old school Times New Roman typed after 70- or 80-thousand other words with a plot, characters, and setting. Hold on...
Between the ellipsis above and this sentence, I did something else:
I called my sister (an amazing fellow-writer) and promised her 250 words by end-of-day. A gentle, palatable page of text from my current WIP. I've created accountability and a won't-quite-make-me-vomit-in-terror goal.
On this very first, terrifying, possibly depressing, uncertain, odd, numerically fraught day of 2018, I challenge you to phone a friend, make a promise, and write - even 50, even 20, even 5 - work-in-progress words.
Also, if there's time, enjoy the cute picture of a rat hiding beneath a book.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!