I did not write a book in 2021. That was my goal that I set in January and I didn’t do it. And I’m ok with that.
I underestimated how hard writing an entire book would be. Is there anyone who doesn’t? But more important than accomplishing my goal I gained insight, experience, and a newfound sense of determination.
Writing an entire book is exceptionally hard. Do not be fooled. And I did write. So much. And I persevered. I’ve probably written close to 150k words over the past year. An average novel is 90k words.
I faced doubt and frustration and the desire to give up. But I never gave up. I stuck with it. The ups and downs were so hard at times. But I came out of each one with more understanding of the process and more tactics for continuing.
I am near a big milestone in my book. I may never show it to anyone. That’s ok. I just know I need to finish this before I can ever finish anything else that might be worth sharing.
It’s like doing your first 2k. You might go slow. You might face moments of intense doubt and pain. But you keep pulling until the end. You gut yourself to say you did it. You give what you have in that moment. And the next one is better. And each time after you get better and wiser and more refined. But there’s always a rawness. That will never go away. And it’s a necessary part of triumphing.
I will finish this book. I will write another one. And I will keep writing.
Let’s go!
