It's her fault...
I like critiquing far more than writing. I mean, if you decide to lock me up in a room, I would be far happier in the room full of unmarked papers and and endless supply of red pens than in a room with something to write with. I hate to say it, but writing is somewhat of a chore for me.
So perhaps it was a good thing that this one writer I really really admire bugged me.
So what did she do? She told me to write something, at least 500 words a day in my story. If any other writer told me that, I might have ignored it, but smaur and I have known each other for about four years now - heck, she was the inspiration for my critiques. So, of course, I couldn’t ignore her!
And I tried it.
I didn’t write 500 words — more like 655. Am I happy? Sure! That is, I know what I wrote was absolutely horrible, but at the same time, I wrote more in one sitting than I have in months. And, for some reason, just the thought of not writing something perfectly is appealing.
Writing is fun!
I should do it more…