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A lot can happen in a year. 365 days is a pretty good chunk of time between 365 breakfasts and 365 bedtimes. People like to talk about their New Year’s resolutions like it’s no big deal to do something every single day. Those days pile up, quickly. But I’ve done it before. In 2016, I ran every single day. In that case, it was actually 366 times. My legs may not have survived, but I did. So I’m trying something new this year for 2017:

Write something every day.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything apart from than emails and tweets, and like any skill, it takes practice to maintain it. Clearly my writing muscles have atrophied. I’m stumbling around my text editor like a toddler trying to find his footing. But without anywhere to try to walk, I’m never going to get back on my feet and anywhere near capable again. Which is where this plan comes in.

Write something every day.

It doesn’t have to be a novel; my goal is to average 500 words and/or thirty minutes per thing. It doesn’t have to be the most intriguing story ever crafted by mankind. It doesn’t even have to be a story. Or intriguing. It just has to be something, some kind of practice. I can save the lofty goals for next year, if I make it through this one. I may or may not set up some anonymous blog to post these to, as a way to sort of keep myself accountable. Can’t disappoint my many, anonymous fans, of course. But more likely than not, these will all live in a nondescript folder on my laptop for all eternity. Either way is fine, because I’ll still get the workout I need.

I’ve been writing for as long as I knew how, and inventing stories (or stealing wholesale from my favorite books and movies) to satisfy that creative itch that everyone gets now and then. And I’ve always enjoyed it, until “life got in the way.” I was too busy doing work and side projects, watching TV and wasting time just to waste it to ever really try to write anything for real anymore. So why not use this arbitrary new point in time to start something that will force me to remember this thing that used to help me turn that spark of imagination into a wildfire of weird and satisfying words?

I’ll probably miss some days too, and that’s okay. 365 is a lot of anything. Every day is a lot of times to do anything. Sometimes I’ll be too busy or too tired or just not have any ideas. But most of the days, that won’t fly, and I have to write. Remember how to organize thoughts, remember how to build and expand an idea, remember how to bring that idea into someone else’s mind (even if they may not actually exist). Exercise those muscles and improve with practice.

Write something every damn day.


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