I am so proud of my husband who has been working on a novel, a 20k word count so far. He has seriously pounded through a month of writing and established a writing discipline that should hold steady going forward. Each day he has written a minimum word count of 250/per day (I’m sure he’ll correct me if it’s wrong!) and on some days he has blown that word count to oblivion with 1k or more.
Considering the fact that he is juggling a young family & an unfulfilling job during this time, I feel like he has really taken on the challenge. We do not have a big house with a study sanctuary that he can run off to and I know that the chaos of having young kids at home can push a person to the brink of insanity, no matter how much you try to drown out the screaming of sibling rivalry.
I think about all of the things I would like to do but can’t keep focused long enough to accomplish them as well as being too exhausted to care enough to make it happen. Despite any obstacles that he may perceive laying before him, he presses onward toward his goal of writing a novel. This is why I am so proud of my husband, Ryan.
