Follow through has not been a strong suit but in this case, it was overcommitment. I wanted so faithfully to bang out 200 words a day. Do the 21-day thing, so it became a habit. Then life happened, and writing stopped.
Well not stopped. It transitioned into writing about one topic for an emerging industry.
Almost everything I wrote was written in the house of litatuture, a place made homey by poetry, and then was enslaved by web crawlers and 1990s information on how google ranked pages. My writer was infuriated and despondent.
What good are 200 words when the only thing you get paid to write is crushed?
The truth of the matter is I never wrote for anyone but myself, as I am doing now. That I firmly believe that new industries need fresh voices that are willing to throw down prose to describe all that is happening. That there is something historic and exciting happening here and I want to document this time. I want to write, no get to write, even if it is for solely me and my journey as a writer.