100 Days, 200 Words

All successful writers attribute their success to one thing – that they write. Not what, when, or how they write, but simply that they write. For a few years now I’ve had an existential crises, and it seems like a vague voice tells me that my purpose is to write. Okay, I may be reaching here. Perhaps my work isn’t quite validating my life, and I’m stuck in an everyday routine that looks like it won’t change for the next 15 years, so I’m looking to escape. Discussing my bleak outlook one day, at midnight, battling sleep for quality time, when my mind has relaxed over a mojito (or maybe two), the epiphany came from an unlikely source – my husband. Unlikely because he is the motorbike-fixing, Handy Manny sort, and runs the other way from anything ‘arty’. Whereas I’ve written for companies for ten years, and have the process of crafting content perfected to a science. From what he’s heard, he pointed out, it’s only about sitting down and writing 200 words a day. Perhaps it was the mojito, but I couldn’t argue. (and I can always argue).

So I pose myself a 100-day, 200-word challenge. Where will this delicious adventure lead, and what will I discover?