I’m lazy as fuck. In order to circumvent this unfortunate state of affairs,
I drink a lot of coffee believe in word counts. When I began my current project, I was at a writing residency. I knew I was embarking on a book, and I had some major pre-book jitters.
How do you write a book? Where do you start? Can I write something longer than two pages? Can I write all the way to the right margin of the page (a common poet concern)?
And so I wrote 2,000 words a day. They didn’t have to be beautiful, they just had to say something. This is how I wrote a hundred pages in two weeks.
A reader of my work suggested that I write more about [subject redacted]. I thought I had said everything I had to say about [subject redacted]. Turns out I was wrong. It’s 1,000 words a day until I say everything I have to say about [monkey balls].
Do you believe in word counts?