I wandered into my stats, which I don’t usually do, because, well, I don’t. I somehow discovered that I’ve written 37,350 words in 2018 on this blog.
“That’s, like, half a book!” Muse yelled in my head.
Like I needed her to tell me that. I am aware.
My posts are short. I’ve written more than usual due to the Blogging A to Z Challenge in April. Still, that number surprised me.
Is it that easy to rack them up?
If that’s all it takes, word-wise anyway, why am I NOT writing more? (My projects, not blog posts.)
Muse was silent on that one, remembering the times I was ready and she wasn’t.
Well, we’re both ready now, right? Evidence: we’re both annoyed and emboldened by actually seeing the number of words we’ve written here.
I’ll see if she’s serious when I sit down this afternoon to write something for my project(s). (There’s more than one, but one has pushed its way to the front of the class and is raising its hand wildly… “Pick me!”)
The next time I see that’s how many words have been written, I plan on feeling not annoyance, but satisfaction. How about you, Muse?