On June 18, 2011, I began writing my second book.
I pretty well haven't stopped since then. Since the moment I realized I finished my second book in under two months, I've let my fingers fly across a keyboard at all hours of the night, day and morning. Whenever I have a spare moment, I'm jotting things down. My pen and journal are my best friend when I'm at work on a fifteen minute break.
Now, I told myself a year ago, that I would see how much I could do in a year. Giving myself till June 18, 2012 to see exactly what I could accomplish. It seemed so far away. Yet now here I am. A year (and a few moments), later. 366 days - it was a leap year - warranted me a lot of work done. I think it was profitable.
About two months ago, I told myself I wouldn't count up the number of words I had written in the year. It was this little treat I would give myself when I reached the anniversary of my crazy writing-ness. So at midnight on June 19th (today), I tallied it all up.
5 books. 1 novella. 1 unfinished prequel and a started rewrite of my second book.
The word count, of my first year of crazy writing-ness is...
591,740 words.
...
I'm content.
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