Log in or Sign up

7 cups

Hello all you beautiful writers out there!
I’m fresh from a repaired streak, and I realized that this deserved a Note of Inspiration
I started writing 750 words the September before last (I’ll never forget, seven days after my baby sister was born!) and I’m on a 700-somethin day streak (with the appropriate days off, mostly for travel days, hard to write when you’re on a road trip).
Just a few days ago, my computer made a huge gaffe and DELETED my entry which I’d copied over from a different site. I was TRAUMATIZED. I’m the sort of person who starts new hobbies all the time and is amazed when they actually follow-through for more than a month. 750 words is one of the only things I do on a day-to-day basis, with few or no skips. The only other thing that comes close is my daily Rosary, so I was miserable. I literally had an upset stomach for two days.
BUT. It made me consider how important this is in my life, especially since when I look at all the random story ideas I came up with back then I shudder (Oh gosh, they’re so bad, all you authors can empathize), and I’m pretty sure my writing has improved (although the me of two years hence will probably shudder)
The point of this rambling note is…
Thank you, 750 words, for helping me process through all the trauma of moving back and forth, helping sharpen my writing AND typing skills (Seriously, I was typing 15 wpm when I started), and just helping me become a better version of myself. I was never good at keeping a journal before you.
OH, and thanks a whole lot to Kellianne who puts up with my emails for fixed streaks after malfunctions (Or power outages). You’re a magnificent person!

111 cups

It took me this many cups to write 10 thousand pages. I worked towards this goal for 9 years. Surreal that it finally happened. Now what do I do?

10 cups

Today I reached 4 million words and am celebrating by sharing this note. Morning pages have been part of my life for many years — and 750 words for quite a few. It has been a way to clear my head each morning, to document my days, and to talk with my self and sort myself out over a period of change. Over many periods of change, actually.
In January my husband died, and I’ve been learning how to move through grief and learn to live on my own and part of this process has been daily writing about the feelings and lessons of learning to live again, learning who I am on my own.
Thank you for this — 750 words has been a saving grace for me.