I know this gentleman by the name of Sean McCabe and, a few months before he offered me a job, he responded to this blog post in this way:
…but little did Dan know that he would accidentally inspire me.
Sorry, Dan. I love you, but I have to prove you wrong.
I will prove it’s possible to write 100,000 words in a day.
And then he did this: Writing 100,000 Words in a Day
So… I was right, right? And it feels good to be right, so, victory lap for me. Right?
Not so fast.
I started drafting my novel, after a couple months of planning, right around New Year’s 2019. I’ve written 46,562 words! But now it’s July and I haven’t added a word to the draft in weeks. This isn’t the first time I’ve ground to a halt, as this blog demonstrates1.
I came across Sean years ago and started paying attention because his podcast is inspiring. His message, and the work that he’s done to back it up, says: you are capable of great things. And I want to do great things, so that’s a message I tuned into.
If you also want to do something great/nutty like write a whole goddamned book, I recommend you tune into such a message as well. It doesn’t have to be Sean, but if you’re at all like me you need something to keep your head in the right space, to not just give up when you hit the wall, when your habits break down, again and again and again.
The other day I walked into a local café for lunch and a friend I hadn’t seen in months just happened to be sitting there working. I sat down with her for a few minutes and chatted. She’s also a novelist, with one or two published books under her belt. And when I admitted I hadn’t touched my draft in six weeks, her response braced me up: “Six weeks? That’s nothing.”
She’s right, six weeks is nothing. Six weeks is a blink of the eye in the unfolding saga of your life,
But also, six weeks is more than enough time to write a book.
If Sean can write a book in a day, given enough practice and preparation, do you reckon I can spit out the twenty thousand or so words I probably need to finish the first draft of my novel in the next six weeks?
Sure I can.
Well, that remains to be seen. But you see someone you respect and admire write 55,000 words in a day and you think… maybe writing 500 words today isn’t such a big deal. Maybe, even though I don’t really know where this phase of the book is going and there’s this weird amorphous boulder of fear, uncertainty, and doubt that, like a truant Sisyphus I am staunchly avoiding pushing uphill, maybe I can just keep writing a little. One sentence, one scene at a time.
See, this is what I’m learning, and I’ve mentioned it before: writing a tiny bit every day doesn’t feel satisfying, really, not when you have a whole novel in front of you, but the only way you fail to write a novel is to not write it.
The difference between 0 words today and any words at all today is everything.
Everything I write on here, every exhortation? Especially those emphasized by swear words? They’re for me. I need to hear them. God willing they’ll jam their way through my thick skull and I’ll get to work. The reason I put them here and not in my cryptographically-secure journal is, I labour in the hope that I’m not the only one who (a) wants to write novels and (b) is having a hard bloody time of it, and maybe what helps me… will help you, too.
If so, reach out. Let me know. It’s a we’re-in-this-together kind of thing, you dig?
Go in peace, and throw some words at that book.
- I’ve also ground to a halt on the blog, too, haven’t I, which is a related issue we’ll touch on soon ↩︎