Day 145: The Next Level

(Rough Draft)

I don’t know what it is, perhaps my circumstances or the fact that I have been waking up a few hours earlier the past couple of weeks, but I have been less and less interested in writing short stories and more interested in just kind of writing down what I am thinking about every day. I know I keep calling these short stories, but a lot of these are just personal essays on topics I am dwelling over. This is the evolution of this challenge. And I don’t really mind one way or the other, the real goal is not to write a 500 word short story, the real goal is to just write 500 words, in whatever form they take.

One day my entry might be more of me just journaling about my week. Another day might be a fairy tale, the next might be a cute story about how two people fell in love, and today my words are about what I am doing with this 500 word challenge.

I thought pretty long and hard about quitting this challenge this morning. It’s not really because I dislike writing or because I am burning out, it’s just that I don’t always want to write a short story every day, so I am going to be real with myself. I told myself I would write 500 words every day for a year, and I am going to do my best to honor that promise. So far I have honoered that promise for 145 days. Not too bad, but todays piece is not so much a fictional short story, it’s just me telling you how I feel about writing short stories. Somedays they don’t come, or maybe they do, but you don’t have it in you to get them out on paper. Today is one of those…