T.S. Eliot said that April was the cruelest month. Considering that it began with snowstorms and ended with tornadoes, I’m inclined to agree with him.
Word count wise, it was also my cruelest, these productive month of this year of writing. Although I did keep my promise to write every day, some of those days were filled with 12 to 14 hours of driving and by the time I was finished, I was to bring fried to write more than a couple hundred words.
Still, I was able to keep my promise to myself, and no matter what, the words do accumulate over time. in the month of April, I wrote 60,079 words. That gives a total of 335,852 words since this experiment began in December.
I get questions about what I’m doing with all of these words. Two of the novels I’ve written and revised, both YAs, are on my editor’s desk awaiting notes. Third novel, for adults, is with another author waiting for his feedback. Two other adult novels, the Boone Childress mysteries, have been independently published. I wrote a Kindle world’s novella that is awaiting approval for publication. The rest of the words, about 130k, are part of the Boy Mercury serial that I am independently publishing, as well.
it would be a lie for me to say that I was not tempted to skip a few days this month. Sometimes, it feels like a burden to write every day, and I want to take a day or two off just to refresh. But after I forced myself to start the day’s work, the words start flowing, and even though the process itself is not always joyful, I am always happy to have written.