Goal of the day: 717 words. Written: 116.
Sixty-three. That's how many words short of today's challenge limit: a measly 717 words. At the end of the year, in September, you will have to write at least three thousand and 71 words every day.
These are the moments when I think.
(Yes, I sometimes think that too. I wonder myself.)
Why did I set myself this challenge? Why? And why am I not stopping, even though you are what?
Sometimes I feel like a mountain climber. The squatters squat, and the climbers climb up, where no one else has been. My mountain is personal. Access for Daniels only. It is a mountain of words. It must have been named that after someone didn't think of a name and then drummed up "Here is the mountain of words".
I continue to climb the hill.
Now I will sleep. And tomorrow morning, I will get up and keep climbing.
Once you've climbed the horizon, it's up to you to decide what to do next.
Sweet dreams, mountain sleeping bag. Sweet dreams, Mountain of Words.
Tired of climbing,
Daniel