It seemed like forever ago that I had momentum for writing.

While I’m still doing a bit of work behind the scenes, the real challenge is working myself back into the groove. Life has been… well… good overall, but like all of us, just trying to make sense of our time and place right now.

It appears every time I feel a good flow happening, the rhythm of life changes once again.

This is something I’ve always had a hard time working against, which is why I’ve decided on an audacious goal for the new year.

While part of this may be attributed to nothing more than a mid-life crisis, I feel it’s been too long since I’ve really pushed myself. My modus operandi used to be working just outside my comfort zone, but that has collapsed over the last few years as I attempted to just stay afloat.

However, it’s time to get back out there.

Set new heights.

Actually make a concerted effort to push beyond boundaries I once thought were impossible.

Last year, I made a goal to write one million words in a year before the next decade of my life was done. I figure, giving myself ten years to get there would give me the time to build up stamina to make it possible. This used to be standard fare for the pulp fiction writers of the last century, so why not try for it?

Hence, next year I am making a step towards it.

I will aim to write 350,000 words from January 1, 2022 to December 31, 2022.

Doing the math, that word count works out to just under a thousand words per day. It takes me between half an hour to forty-five minutes to write that amount, so I have to clear half an hour in the day to make it happen. Very reasonable.

The push won’t be for the words, but the actual time and to hold me accountable, I’ll write about my progress as I go.

I consider this fun.

Maybe I should get checked out.