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2021 in Numbers

Every year I tally how much I write for work. Here is 2021 in a heap: 955 pages and 288,913 words. That's not including what I write for my journals, the blog or the stories I write for fun; I count only what I get paid to write.

I used to save one hard copy of everything I wrote, but that became cumbersome, so now I just store them digitally. I also usually shred the editing printouts of my books (the heap here), but this year I'm going to recycle them by printing on the blank side.

I pitched another big project for 2022 and got the green light, so once I write up all of the individual project outlines and get them approved I'll begin work on the first one. I'm very fortunate in that I have a brilliant editor, too.

It's not very glamorous, or exciting to anyone but me, but this is what being a professional writer really looks like. A big heap of paper and a lot of dreams. :)

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