Hi Y’all! Lissa Matthews here! I’ll be holding things together for Hour 23… We’re in the home stretch!
Does the title make you curious? Make you a little anxious? Make you want to wring my neck for planting the mere idea in your head of not reading for a year? I get it… But… What if TODAY was your last day to read a book for a year? That starting after you turn the final page today you’re not allowed to read another book for 365 days… What book would you choose to be the last one? What book would so capture your mind and imagination that you believe it would have the power to hold you over until one year is over? Inquiring minds want to know.
Me? I’m still struggling with this answer, but ever since I came up with this question, the one book that’s been sticking in my head is Caraval by Stephanie Garber. Of all the books I’ve read this year, this is the one that my brain keeps going back to…
Hopefully you’re still here, pushing through to the very last word on the pages. Maybe you’re even looking forward to a nice long nap and some eye drops. I know I am. But honestly, this has been great and I’m so thrilled to be part of it and hosting one of the mini-challenges!
So, please, leave a comment here with your choice of book that would be your last one if you couldn’t read for a year. I’m very curious at what people choose.
If you choose to answer on social media, don’t forget to use the #readathon and specifically for this mini-challenge #lastbookforayear And if you’d like to tag me as well, I’m on Twitter and Instagram as @lissamatthews
According to my Pacemaker.press app, I have less than 10K words left to write on this book. That doesn’t of course mean that it’ll end in less than 10K words, but it’ll end pretty close to this weekend’s target word count.
I’ve been writing well this week, so far. The words have been flowing and there’s so much love. No among the characters. No one may be getting blown up here in the next couple thousand words or so, but I’m loving it. I’m in love with the writing and believe me, that helps a lot. We writers don’t always love what we’re writing when we’re in the trenches fighting for every single letter of every single word, but we wouldn’t trade it for anything else, either.
So, who wants to join in on the quest for 10,000 words this weekend…from today (Thursday) through Sunday (at midnight)? At minimum, it’s 2500 words a day. At max, you wait until Sunday and writing all 10,000 words. Some people do that and they’re awesome. Me? Not so much.
Even if you don’t need 10,000 words or even if you can’t pound out but 1000 a day, that’s cool. The point is to have some fun and support each other through the process.
The hashtag is #10kweekendsforwriters
Find me anywhere on social media or leave a comment here if you’re going to participate.
Keep track of your beginning word count and your ending. Let me know how you did and I’ll be posting the same.
In the girl’s locker room, way back when at the Middle School I attended in Gainesville, Florida is a name scrawled on the wall. Tom Petty. I hope they haven’t erased in. I hope they haven’t touched it. It’s a piece of history, iconic musical history. Before he was Tom Petty the star. Before he was Tom Petty the rocker. Before he was Tom Petty of the Heartbreakers, or the Traveling Wilburys. He was just, Tom Petty.
Free Fallin’ was my favorite song of his as it was for many people.
There really isn’t a question or an option. Finishing the book is a must. And soon. Like soon soon. Like a few weeks ago soon.
So, once again, I’m on a mission to write 10,000 words this weekend. 2500 words a day for 4 days. That’s what I must do. The book will be out later this month, so, I really have no choice. Life, once again… Well, it’s can’t get in the way. It has to be put on hold and the family has to fend for itself and I have to be left alone for a few hours a day.
Writing sprints are my friend.
Family members who want to know what we’re doing, eating, etc… are not my friend in cases like this. Can anyone else relate? Anyone? Bueller?
10,000 words in 4 days (or whatever amount you need). 10,000 is a goal, but maybe not your goal. I’m flexible.
Leave a comment if you want to play along. Starting word count, if you’d like.
In the #RWChat last night on Twitter (this morning for me), they talked about writing goals and the end of the year and what goals do writers have for the last 3 months of 2017, what obstacles are in the way, what changes can be made, and how are you feeling as a writer about your writing…
That chat prompted me to write this post.
I hate and love my lists of goals and my attempts at creating workable schedules. Hate because, yeah… Love because they make me feel productive when I actually stick to them. Which, again, yeah…
I mentioned in my newsletter a few weeks back that with the deep level of depression that I suffer from May through the end of July (I suffer all year long from depression, but it’s noticeably worse in Summer), my productivity suffers as well. I can’t write. I try and I can’t. I spent most of my Summer this year reading. I’ve read more in the last few months than I have in the last year. I watched movies and I read. I sat outside when it was possible (meaning when it wasn’t 300 degrees in the shade) and read. I read big books and a couple small books. I read physical books and Kindle ebooks. I read.
But I also thought, planned, and tried to get something in place in my head that when the fog began to lift, I would be able to tackle what needed to be tackled. I bought a Happy Planner and I keep track of what I’m doing every day in it. That has helped me a lot. And it allows me a little creativity to add to it and make it prettier than it already is. But, I’ll talk about that another day.
So, what does this all mean? Well… It means, I’m going to work off a school calendar. August through just a few days into May. Work meaning writing. I’m working off a goal list of 3 months at a time… August-October, November-January, February-April. I’ll wind down the writing around the second week of May and then give my mind and spirit the rest that depression demands of it.
I find that come August, I start feeling brighter, happier, more motivated, and more creative. It’s a different feeling than when I go into May which is a sensation of dread and darkness coming in from the edges. Those who suffer from depression will understand what I’m talking about.
We are in October now and so far, I’m still doing well. I’m working through my writing list and my goal list. I have a better idea and plan of what I want and need to accomplish with my time. There’s some refining I want to do to make life flow a little easier, but for the most part, two months in, I’m feeling good and staying positive, not so overwhelmed. I was afraid I might feel the overwhelm, but because I’ve set a stop date for writing after 9 months, it’s actually eased a lot of the anxiety and tension and stress.
I have realized that it is imperative with age and depression and learning/knowing myself better, that finding the right time of year to work is as important as finding the right time of day that is most productive. I’m still working on that second part, but I’ve put this all in motion to hopefully find that this is my right time of year, these particular 9 months.
I’ve been lost for about five years now. Maybe longer. Lost in life, in writing, in just who I am. And it didn’t seem to be getting better and frankly, I was losing more hope by the day. I no longer have the confidence, the support network that I once did in writing and publishing. Depression demons talk. A LOT. In whispers and in loud bullhorn voices. They feed other demons until there is no way to drown it all out.
My sincere desire is for this new schedule to work. For it to be the one thing that finally clicks for me and I’m able to get back to my productive self. The new Starbucks down the street can’t hurt, either, right?
If you have any thoughts or questions, please leave a comment!