I’ve been doing well at writing exactly 1667 words per day this month, even if I have finished the quota at one in the morning every day so far before today. The main reason for that is because I’m writing a bunch of short stories this month, and I have lots of trouble with short stories. You see, my brain does not do short very well. I was the kid who wrote really long stories in school when it was time to write a story. When the assignment was for one page, I easily quintipled that before getting to the point, which was usually incorporating vocabulary words. One time I turned in a twenty-page story for a project that was still rushed at the end. The teacher imposed a maximum page limit the next time she gave the same assignment. I’m pretty sure no one approached that maximum, whatever it was.
So asking me to work on a maximum word count, especially what is now a very short one, is now proving to be as hard as I once thought writing an entire novel was. The funny part is that my maximum word count for a given story (1000 words) is probably about five handwritten sheets of notebook paper front and back. That’s about what I filled for a typical story in school, and most of the time I still wasn’t finished.
Yep, I’m definitely a novel girl.