Not too long ago, I wrote the following post about my three-hundred-words-a-day practice that helped me finish my manuscript and that I still follow to this day. It’s turned out to be one of my most popular posts so far:
The sublimity of three hundred words a day and a friend
In the fall of 2022, I lived alongside a small but paralyzing guilt. My life was otherwise quite lovely and objectively high-achieving: I was a few months into a relaxing-yet-stimulating federal appellate…
Although I stand by it, I think I missed an important caveat. Some background: Upon writing it, the one-thousand-words-a-day prolific writer friend called me and apologized for intimidating me. She reminded me that although she often his a thousand words a day, her approach is far more feast-or-famine. She’ll do three months drafting intensely and then go three months without writing at all. She was like, “There is no way I could do three hundred words a day.”
I am not a feast-or-famine person, of course. But I’ve taken days off from writing. Last week, I wrote five out of seven days and I didn’t hit my weekly word count goal because I was at a work conference. On the other hand, this week I wrote over four thousand words on my work-in-progress—because I wanted to take advantage of my last opportunity to work on my manuscript before my editor sent me the first round of notes on my debut. Sometimes, life happens, and I’m sicker than a dog, or I’m busy with family, or I’m in the middle of seeking a temporary restraining order against a certain federal administration in D.C. and I have to draft a reply brief overnight. Sometimes life gets in the way.
In the beginning, those days off scared me. I was early in the process of becoming the writer I am now, and I didn’t trust myself to return to the page. I’m a runner, and I run more days than not. In the same way that I used to beat myself up for taking days off from running when I was sick and burnt out, I think I harbored a fear that if I slipped, as a baby writer I wouldn’t be able to get back, that I’d let my words wither on the vine.
I’ve since come to see that what matters, more than whether I write every day or in intense bursts, is an idea that I’ve learned from running: consistency over time.
Or to quote professional running coach, Coach Bennett: “Consistency in your training is what allows for flexibility with your training.” Swap training for writing and that’s my approach (to both running and writing)! If I can, even on the busiest days, I squeeze out a hundred words. But if I can’t, I’m not afraid to take a step back, to take a few days off, because I know that I will come back to the page. I know that eventually, I will finish the manuscript. I know that even if this week is a dud, the next one may offer flow.
It’s helped to think long term about who I want to be. In my running life, I always think of those really old runners. You know the ones. The grandparents wearing the shirts in the NY marathon that proclaim they’ve done the race thirty, forty, fifty times. The geezers doggedly going around your local track with their vintage running gear. I suspect most of them didn’t get there by never taking a day off, but by falling in love with the practice, by finding a way to do it sustainably. That’s what I want for my running, and what I want for my writing.
Which is to say: I’m getting better at trusting myself. I’m getting better at not beating myself up. I’m not afraid when I step away from the page. I mostly write every day, or at least five-to-six days a week, but even when I don’t, I always come back. I wish the same for you.
Sincerely,
Nina
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I have a book deal!
Last week, I got to announce some news that I am really, really excited about: I have a book deal for my novel! I’ve been struggling for various personal and work reasons for the past few weeks, and I’m very grateful for this project, which has continued to bring me a lot of joy. Although it’ll be a while before the book is available for pre-order, I ho…
What I’m Enjoying
’s great post today about his writing process.This weird and wonderful newly-discovered century-old Bavarian fairytale.
The Times on twenty-five years of dining in NYC.
Reading Never Let Me Go on its twentieth anniversary with you all:
I actually used to feel this way about reading too!! I’d be so upset with myself if I missed a day or two of reading because I felt, for whatever reason, like I’d never read again lol. Writing feels a lot like this for me now, but I’m reminding myself that other big things in my life matter too!
Congrats on selling the book!