The Good Patrons of 750 Words

A Note of Inspiration from Patron Hal Tepfer

10 cups

Today marks 10 years of writing every day. Winter, Summer, Spring, and the other season whose name i forget due to staring at my screen every day for 10 years (did I mention?) to get this work done. Some days its a joy: allowing my brain to roam free and touch the clouds above me and the world all around me and the words just flow out of me so fast that my fingers yelp at how hard they’re being pushed to catch up. And, other days it’s a drag: work and family and the world crush down and the very last thing that I want to do is write and maybe this will be the day that I stop and why am I doing this and I’ll be there in a bit I forgot to write.

And, yet, I cannot stop. Not that I’ve tried, but the few nights that I realize late toward midnight that I have somehow forgotten this work push me eversoslightly toward taking a day off.

And, yet, I cannot stop.

Sickness? Write about your symptoms! Pressure at work? Use me as a place to scream. Trouble at home? Tell me all about it.

For most of the last 10 years, it’s not been whether I want to write, it’s that I need to. Sometimes early, sometimes late. Sometimes with great imagination, sometimes just the mundane. Sometimes easily, sometimes with great difficulty (how the hell can the counter still be in the 200s?!?!).

It’s been a joy and it’s been lovely. And, even though this it no where near the end of my daily entries, this is the one that says, “I did it!”. Not the only one, by the way. The first year and the first 1,000,000 and multiples of each have been grand, but there is something about the decimal level that I – as a mathematician – cannot deny, even if I try with both hands.

So, thank you, 750 words, for having given me this opportunity and I’ll end here for today, but I will not end here.

Testimonial Note from Hal Tepfer on Tue, Mar 31

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