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Notes of inspiration from members

21 cups

I was startled to realize last night that I’m coming up on the one year anniversary of my 750 words habit. Although I’ve hit some lengthy streaks, I struggle with keeping them going; this month I’ve had a succession of four and five day runs and then breaks. For a while this discouraged me—I wanted so much to rack up those badges for unbroken streaks, and every time I’d miss a day I’d feel frustrated at having to start over again. But what I’ve realized over this past month is that what’s important to me personally about 750 words is NOT the unbroken string – it’s the going back to it after I’ve missed a day. It’s the not giving up because I’m less than perfect that builds the life practice. So thanks, Buster and Kellianne. Even though the last year hasn’t been a 365 day streak, I’ve still accumulated over 300,000 words. And that’s really satisfying :-)

Testimonial Note from Melissa Hoagland on Thu, Jul 30
19 cups

750 Words is automatic flow, every day, for at least 10 minutes. It’s the first thing I think about doing every morning when I wake up. I sometimes type without even looking at the screen, just letting my mind wander. Helps clarify my thought. Thanks so much for such a wonderful service.

Testimonial Note from Kevin Meyers on Wed, Jul 01
77 cups

I hit a million words today. A million words! Wow. That’s a lot of typing on a lot of days.

Are my words great literature? What a ridiculous question. Are they maybe hack literature? No, they don’t even rise to that level.

So what are they? They’re mine. They are my thoughts, hopes, wishes, fears, all the stuff that rattles around in my head. On some days, the words fly out of my head and through my fingers and onto the screen. Some days, it’s a chore, I’m grinding the words out, and it’s something I just need to get done. On days like that, I’m typing with one eye on the words, and one on the count at the bottom of the screen. Some days, I’m writing for a pretend audience. Some days, most days, it’s only for me.

It’s complicated. No, it’s simple. It’s Zen. It’s not Zen. It’s discipline and chaos. It’s commitment and denial. It’s funny and serious. It’s me and not me. Who I am, and who I’m not, and who I’d rather be.

Yeah, they’re just words.

Thanks to Buster and Kelliane for making a place where I can write a million words.

Testimonial Note from Dan Mertz on Sat, Jun 20