Yeah, I plan on having a few more of these bad boys tonight in celebration. I’m going to tip the old wine glass a few more times tonight.
This month celebrates a successful milestone in my writing career.
No, my novels haven’t been picked up for publication.
If that was the case, I’d already be sh*t faced and writing about the fact there really is a man in the moon cause he’s sitting beside me telling me what to say.
This month of February (FEB-YOU-WARY as my writing friend Mark Starlin says) marks the first anniversary of a decision I made to write and post something daily for an entire year.
Yeah, I know. I don’t nibble. I take in humongous mouthfuls when I bite into something. And yes, I talk with my mouthful.
Initially, I’d read about the goals several writers had set for themselves to write daily for seven straight days in a row, or write every day for a full month, and I said to myself, I said, “self? If you’re going to do this, why not do it for a full calendar year?”
Wow, little did I know.
No, really, I didn’t have the slightest idea what was required to make this goal a reality. I mean, I told myself all I had to do was sit down and write — every day. Just write something and post it every day.
Uh, yeah P.G., that’s all you have to do. Let us know how that turns out for you.
Okay, it turned out positively, painstakingly, gruesomely, desperately, and impossibly great.
I’m proud to be here still writing to all of my writing friends, and of course, I’m going to regurgitate a lot of what the more seasoned veterans already know, but oh Lord, the highs were just unfreaking believable.
And the lows almost put an end to my writing career.
Like a Yo-yo, one day, I’d be strolling along in high cotton, my fingers brushing against the wispy, angelic clouds above, and the next, asking Satan if he really wanted me to clean all the stinking bathrooms in Hell.
And the pressure, the self-imposed pressure to produce something with at least a modicom of quality every day.
Oh, my loving God.
The pressure was soul-sucking and intense. I can’t count the number of times I was willing to give up on this crazy goal of mine. There were times when I thought I was going to have a complete and total meltdown.
When I reached the depths of those moments, when I was so down, I didn’t think I could get back up I let my writing friends know it.
Over this last year, I reached out and told you folks just how bad the situation was at the moment, how the grind of attempting to hit this goal was pulverizing me into minute dust particles.
And you never let me down. You offered solace and suggestions. You lifted me up with your kind words and inspiration.
And I think you all knew.
I genuinely believe you’d pretty much guessed what kind of writer I was, or better yet, what kind of fighter I was. And I think a lot of you sat back and wondered, can he do it? Can P.G. actually hit this goal?
What’s so great throughout this challenge of mine is my realization that the lot of you were rooting for me.
You didn’t have to tell me.
I knew you were.
And for your continued support I will be eternally grateful.
This month it will be one year on this journey of mine.
Three hundred and sixty-five days of posting at least one piece, sometimes two, every now and then three.
So I thought I’d show you something. I’m not offering you folks a glimpse to boast and brag, but merely as validation that I actually achieved the goal that I set for myself.
For the purpose of this article, none of these statistics really matter except for the one number, the number of articles I’ve written. 456. I’ve somehow managed to pull off writing and posting four hundred and fifty-six articles in three hundred and sixty-five days.
Again, I would have never thought it possible to accomplish this, and yet somehow, I did.
And it’s been a hellova learning experience. I’ve learned a lot about my self and my capabilities and sticktoitiveness and purpose.
With your help and through your constant support, I have learned to understand the commitment it really took to write and to improve, continuously improve all the while growing inside as a better Human being.
I’ve learned just how addictive this writing career of mine is. Though I’ve said many times I can’t, not write, I learned from a particular situation as recently as a few days ago regardless of the predicament, I would find a way to write.
Wow, just wow.
It has just been an amaaaazing year.
And now, the new goal. You guys didn’t think I was going to be a one and done kind of writer did you?
Okay you in back shouting yes, please sit down.
I’m going to up the ante on things. The later part of my goal year, I started posting two pieces a day rather consistently. So, since I suck at doing math in my head, I’ve used a calculator.
Seven hundred and thirty.
730 posts in 365 days. This time next year, I hope to have a total of one thousand one hundred and eighty-six articles posted.
I know a lot of things could happen, which could prevent me from achieving my goal.
Things like the zombie apocalypse, an alien invasion, a television show I really like, the Cowboys having a winning season, and last but certainly not least, the demise of a two-party political system.
But as bad or as good as each of these situations are, somehow I think I’ll find a way to keep writing.
I mean, how hard could it possibly be?
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