A screenshot of September’s blog posts
I made a promise to myself (and my blog followers on QNY) at the beginning of September that I was going to write and post at least one story every day for the full month. And I did! Okay, I cheated a little. There were a couple days I didn’t write a new story, but since there were other days when I wrote a few, I never ran out. In fact, I still have four or five stories I didn’t post.
So, confessions aside, what did I learn?
1. When I make myself do it, it happens. There were days I had to literally just start typing whatever came into my head, but it worked every time. I often wrote three of four first lines, and then continued on with the one I liked best.
2. I get a little bored of sex. I found myself quickly wanting to write about other things. This included fairies, redneck cooch waxers, and the geological history of Manhattan.
3. I worried less about each story. Any particular story felt less important than it might have, since there would be another one the next day. I didn’t worry that the blog would suddenly feel like a Daddy blog if I threw a few stories in, or that it would be all emo-pr0n all the time.
4. I feel good about myself when I’m writing. I tried to write every morning, and it made my day better knowing I had already accomplished something.
5. Writing a story every day is different than simply writing every day. I’ve been journaling every day for about six months. But writing a story required me to think differently. It also allowed me to explore sides of myself that I don’t often get to in my journaling.
All in all, it was a good experience. I pushed myself, felt good about my output, and for the most part I really enjoyed it.