I wish I could say this point was some kind of monumental acknowledgement of fighting the odds and winning, somehow, but all it is, is the number of days since I first decided to make good on my promise to start writing and keep writing until I get through all these ideas in my head. It’s a promise I’ve made many times before, but this is the furthest I’ve ever taken it.

And it’s paid off a little. I’ve had two short stories published, and a haiku (on actual paper!) and I’m nearing the end of my first novella.

So, good three hundred days, I guess.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1259 words, novella: The Mungk

pushing the end

2023 has been a bittersweet pill. We lost my mother-in-law, I went through absolute hell with a job, only to finally get a new one, which while not inspiring, is at least what I was looking for right now – not in IT, not a 24-7 job, not surrounded by complete piece of shit co-workers.

We got some love time with my beautiful granddaughter and my equally awesome nieces, and despite all the unnecessary family and work drama, I think I personally am headed toward a better place. I’m slowly letting the Mungk go, and hopefully… hopefully, it can be taken up by others. Not too many, but enough.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 459 words, novella: The Mungk

out of goodwill

I spent a lot of time getting ahead of the game for when I switched jobs, so that I could still hit my writing goals while I’m starting this new job. I got well ahead of my targets, but that good will has dried up now.

It’s time to see if I can really hit the daily mark and work full time, and through Christmas as well.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1610 words, novella: The Mungk

the week’s end

There’s a certain glory in the world heading into a reset weekly, although if I’m being honest, I’d prefer not have to think about work at all.

I’d like to write full time, and make enough money from it not to have to worry too much about my finances. I don’t need Stephen King or J.K. Rowling money (although that would be cool, even if I ended up giving most of it away), but you know. Maybe Chuck Palahniuk money. William Gibson money.

George R.R. Martin money.

Then again, what do I know?

Target: 1100 words
Written: 992 words, novella: The Mungk

day drinking

It’s a tough life, but someone has to do it. Part of me always wanted to be Hemingway or Bukowski, one of those other tough mid-century writers. Drinking and fighting and fucking their way to their own doom. Of course, I’m a pacific, so probably just the drinking and fucking part. Maybe some mushrooms as well. They were always fun.

Not sure if I’m cool enough for all that, but hey, a boy can always dream.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 745 words, novella: The Mungk

no time

Having to figure out how to maintain my goals while still being at the office is a pain in the ass. I used to be able to do it on lunches and breaks, but with the rules at the office unclear on having tablets and cell phones out, I don’t want to risk not getting hired full-time because I broke the rules.

Nothing ever quite works out, does it?

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1990 words, novella: The Mungk

night market

I don’t know why, but it strikes me as the name of a very good urban fantasy book, or perhaps just a location, Neverwhere-style. I suspect that it’s probably already been used.

I wonder if the queen of the night market is used? She wore regular kicks.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 848 words, novella: The Mungk


I think I need to strip some things out of my life. Extraneous stuff like TV or movies or games. At least for now. I’ll never hit my targets otherwise.

It could just be the training phase of this new job, but who knows? I don’t know what the actual job will entail, but there may be no liberties to be taken. I would assume not.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 391 words, novella: The Mungk