When I started writing I was curious about how many words other authors wrote per day. It’s probably something every author wonders at some point, comparing their output to others. I used to worry that my output was low compared to other authors I admired.
Over time, and especially so now I’m finding my writing groove again, that it doesn’t really matter at all. So long as I can sit down and write a few words each day, my novel moves forward.
I try to allow myself enough time to write around 500 words per day, but unlike before I don’t obsess over if I reach it or not. Some days I’ll be well below it, other days well above it. It’s more about making time in the day to get some writing done.
Right now I’m still working my way out of an emotional oubliette. About a year ago it became obvious (finally) to me how far I had fallen. I was depressed and anxious about everything. I talked to my doctor who got me diagnosed and on the right track with meds, talking to a therapist, and generally sorting myself out.
Some days are still better than others, but I am getting there. I doubt it’s something that’ll ever fully go away but I’m learning techniques to manage it. One of which is making time to do things I find pleasant. For me, writing falls into the “pleasant activity” bucket.
By finding the time each day to write it helps my emotional well-being. By not setting myself forced goals I can enjoy what I’m doing rather than seeing it as an uphill slog.
That’s one thing that works for me. If you’re feeling like you’re in the same boat I was, then go talk to your doctor. It’s not a weakness. Hell, admitting to it was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. It’s been a hard road out but I think I’m getting there.