A Daily Sentence

My decision to write one sentence a day got me writing again.  There was more to it than that, but breaking down the large (or at least, to me large-seeming) task of Regular Writing into very small pieces was an important part of the process.  On August 28, 2009 I wrote my first Daily Sentence, which became the trick I pulled to lure me back to the workshop, and posted it on a Google Site I called (no surprise here) The Life Literary.  I shared the site with a small group of confidantes to give my decision some oomph.

I started a Daily Sentence in that first The Life Literary, looking for a way to make a public commitment to write (even a little bit) daily.  My goal was to give myself a forum to write one good sentence a day and it worked.  I only had to write one sentence a day.  I could have written a paragraph, an essay, or even a novel if I’d wanted.  All I promised myself, however, was a sentence.  And, the extent of the public I invited to read these sentences was my immediate family and a handful of nephews: friendly but real accountability.

It’s one thing to say, “Yeah, I’d like to write something,” and another to actually do it.  I suggest a Daily Sentence as a way to get started.  Just one sentence and you’re done.  It’s a potentially easy way to add a bit of active literary living to your life.

That Google site, by the way, has become a valued word storage facility.  Shelves stacked with a year and a half’s worth of fresh sentences, paragraphs, essays, poems and story ideas.  It also became the central place I kept anything I wrote in the past.  It’s nice to have somewhere I can go to pull items off the shelf to publish here either fully formed or as just the germ of an idea.  I also still use it for new things I’m writing now,that are not quite ready for worldwide release.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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