So I’m amusing myself to no end, my contrary nature never ceases to amaze. I set out this round to specifically not write fiction, to focus on expository, and wouldn’t you know it, fiction is all that’s coming.
“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” ― Flannery O’Connor
That’s part of it, I think. I need to work out what I think on certain subjects, and it’s easier to do that in fiction than non. Plus, I doubt many people actually give a fuck about my opinions and thoughts on the metaphysical, so why stress trying to write a cohesive essay, why not just make up a story around it?
I did get some expository in, just over 1,000 words, but I’ll be honest, it was a scheduled piece, it wasn’t just ‘hey let’s write this thing’.
Word count is 12,889. If my calculations are correct I’m still about five days ahead of the game. Fucking a. I’m so proud of myself 😀
Also ran not one but two pieces in the magazine this week. Feast or famine, I tell you. Next week it will probably be back to famine. I’m absolutely consistent in my inconsistencies.
At any rate, I am on target all the way around. Go dog, go!