Guest Post: What #1kaday Means to Me

Today, the lovely Lili Tufel, one of the writers in our #1kaday writing spree, guest blogs about the camaraderie and being a part of our little cheerleading squad and what that has meant to her. (Last Thursday, fellow #1kaday-er Michael Pallante offered his thoughts on word counts.) On Tuesday, look for my Q&A with Lili, who has written her very first novel titled, Sand. You go, girl!

It was April 1, 2011, and I was ready for #1kaday, Tweetdeck column saved and all. By hook or by crook, I would write those thousand words a day and tweet each milestone to my new support group. And so it began, and we all celebrated. In the beginning, I tweeted every milestone and cheered for my new friends as they weighed in their #1kaday.

As the days progressed, my obstacles seemed to increase and I began to feel like a fish swimming upstream. My grandmother was taken into ICU with double pneumonia and while staying in the hospital, she suffered two heart attacks. The house we had been waiting to move to for months was finally ready. Once we moved, there were still some renovations that had to be done and my husband, who is extremely handy, redid our entire closet – and, of course, I was his assistant. Yes, I helped dismantle sheet rock, took a dozen trips to the hardware store, and painted. I had to keep my regular blog posts while wearing a facemask in a dust-filled room. I would steal idle moments to pick up my phone and tweet, which of course annoyed my hubby, but every chance I got I checked my dear #1kaday friends. Even though writing a thousand words a day had become an impossible blur, I still felt a part of the group, and it was comforting. I believe only a writer could understand how valuable a support group like #1kaday really is. I didn’t feel completely out of touch with my writing, because I still had my writer friends.

Now, the cloud of dust has disappeared, and while at my new desk – almost as if jumping into swinging double-dutch jump-ropes – I pop in #1kaday with my word count and people celebrate like I had been there all along, and indeed I had been.


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