I deleted my Instagram account a while back. Not deleted the app off my phone, like deep dive, do it from a web browser, face the blue “Are you super duper sure you wanna do this?” button.
It was my only regular writing outlet. I had established a good rhythm: three posts a week–one about a book, one a quote, one a miniblog–posted through a third-party service so I could set it and forget it, spending less time on the app altogether.
But I took a social media break and heard that still, small voice.
Walk away.
I didn’t really want to, but I did.
Today, I read a random post on a random personal finance blog about some random personal finance blogger. She keeps her New Year’s resolutions because she’s very specific and takes on one at a time, one of which was writing 100,000 words during that year.
I like the freedom in that.
I don’t know what I want to write, and that makes for a crappy blog. Or book. Or anything. But it makes for a lot of opportunity to try things.
2021 is a long ways away. Plus pandemic days are like dog years, mathematically speaking. But 100,000 words in 2021 sounds like a doable goal. Flexible but with a hard deadline.
I’ll probably be back before then, but if not, it’s nice to at least shake the dust off here.
{I guess we can keep a total for 2020 starting now?
234 words for this article
+ 809 for this article I wrote for Fathom Magazine
+ 909 for an article waiting to be published elsewhere in the new year,
bringing our total-ish for the year to 1,952}
