Yo, yo, yo. I have written 100,000 words this month. Seriously. I’m on fucking fire. That’s across three projects, one unfinished short story, and one missing scene.
I didn’t set a goal and meet it or anything, it just sort of happened, but I gotta tell you–it feels good. I’ve been writing for so many years, and most of those words will never see the light of day. I’ve written 100k this month, and most of those words will, and that feels damn good. Damn good.