April 02, 2003

You know, I've written 572 entries over the past 13 months. Assuming a paltry average of 200 words per entry (could be more, could be less, who knows?), that's a little over 100,000 words.

Hell, that's a novel!

I've realized that this site has gotten me into the habit of writing nearly every day. The natural conclusion to draw is: if I can do that, why not make one of my half-dozen unfinished mansucripts the focus of my shiny new habit?

So that's what I've been doing this week, using my new toy (that would be the Jornada mentioned over there on the left). Train ride in and train ride out, I pop open the lid of the Very Small Machine and type away. That's at least an hour and a half of writing each day. That's a good thing. Me like.

But it does mean that my energy for other writing--namely, this--is being redirected a bit. I think I may only have a set amount of it. We'll see, who knows, who can tell? Not me.

So that's a roundabout way of saying that things may be a bit light here for awhile. Or not. But if they are and you're dreadfully bored, there's 571 other entries hiding out in the Monthly Archives section just waiting for you.