Having nothing better to do with my time last evening I went through the files on this computer, listing all of the writing projects I could find, when I last worked on them, what their word counts were, and if they were finished projects. Don't know if the numbers are impressive, but I'm impressed. The past twelve months have been the most productive twelve months ever in my non-illustrious writing career.
Here are some of the 'cool' numbers, dating back to October of 2008.
- Total Projects Worked On: 146
- Total Projects Finished: 112
- Types of Projects:
- ..... 1 Editorial
- ..... 1 In Remembrance
- ..... 2 Plays
- ..... 9 Hero Stories
- ..... 15 Exercises
- ..... 26 Novels
- ..... 30 Short Stories
- ..... 62 Poems
- Finished Projects just in 2009: 107
- OCTOBER Words Written: 85,096
- SEPTEMBER Words Written: 78, 527
- AUGUST Words Written: 18,452
- JULY Words Written: 2,886
- JUNE Words Written: 235,673
- MAY Words Written: 300,838
- APRIL Words Written: 146,300
- MARCH Words Written: 9,016
- FEBRUARY Words Written: 2,920
- JANUARY Words Written: 6,205
- Average Words per Day: 2,721
- Average Words per Month: 81,622
- Total Words in One Year: 979,461
Probably the most significant number of all is the one that isn't displayed on the list, and that is, How Much Money Did All of That Writing Generate? A big fat ZERO.
I don't earn anything from my writing, but I keep on doing it. Guess that's how it goes sometimes, isn't it? Well, I've always said it isn't about the money. I think those numbers kind of support that statement.
The past 12 months have been very good for my writing, although I have (literally) shed many tears over it. When I am writing I am happy. When I stop and look back at what I've accomplished I am filled with a feeling of loneliness I can't explain.
I don't know how much longer I have in this world, but I guess I have created a legacy of some sort. That's assuming this computer doesn't crash like the one before. I lost a LOT of work when that happened as my backups proved to be faulty. What I wish is that I could afford to at least print single copies of what I have, as well as back it up digitally, so that the legacy will survive me. The poems and exercises are what they are, but the stories could all possibly be beat into shape.
Twenty-six novels in one year. I suppose that doesn't mean a lot when one considers that only four are finished.
Probably the number which surprises me most is the Short Story number. Thirty listed, but the Hero Stories are technically short stories, too, so that makes 39. I never saw myself as a short story writer before, but all 39 were begun in the past 12 months, and 30 have been finished.
But there's a lot of work in this archive. Nothing of what I've written is fit for publication, And maybe that's what makes me feel so lonely about what I've written. I don't know. It just seems a shame to have 34 stories not being read except by perhaps one or two people.
Meanwhile, my mind is already preparing to add to the short story and novel lists, and there will be other exercises I attempt, and the poems just come when they will.
Oh, and I've also written 1,107 posts for Blogger in the past year, too - not counting those I deleted.
2 comments:
That's impressive, Bevie.
Watch me try and churn out 2,000 words a day! I'm not sure I can make it.
I would send some your way if I could. Good luck with NaNo.
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