A Year in Writing; 2025 — A Retrospective
Following the same theme from 2024, the amount of prose I got written this year amounted to checks notes sod all. Unlike last year, I feel like in 2025 had I sat my arse down, opened a blank document and told myself to write… I probably could’ve come up with something, which is promising. But a combination of health and circumstances meant I kinda just didn’t want to? And I wasn’t going to force it.
Stats
Overall Word Count: 157484
Highest Word Count in a Day: 7956 (JUL 30)
Average Word Count on a Writing Day: 1050
Priority Project: 100833
Other Projects: 0
Notes, Emails, & Correspondence: 36380
What I Learned as a Writer in 2025:
If your cat needs medicine and won’t tolerate tablet medicine, do everything in your power to get your hands on LIQUID medication. On a related note, get a couple special medicine towels you don’t mind getting soiled with medicine and shredded while keep your cat gently restrained.
If you have a stress-aggravated chronic illness just assume it’s going to suddenly get worse and plan accordingly. Pack a hospital bag and remember to include a blank notebook (one of the 15 you have to your enormous shame) and pens/pencils. Also phone charger and cable, and whiteboard marker jic.
With a lot of patience, perseverance, and coordinating with you medical team, sometimes you can convince the government to leave you the fuck alone for a while.
Maps are fun. :3
Neography is also fun but typography software gives me a headache. 3:
Writing Goals for 2026:
TBH I don’t know if I can be bothered to make writing goals for the year. If the muse bites me I won’t ignore it, but the project/s I’m currently working on is serving me just fine. 2026 is my year to be selfish and boring, and get the rest I’ve desperately needed to actually recover from burn out. I step into the future, not bright and bushy tailed, but into a new era.
In many ways this year hit much like 2017, and I found myself back at square one in a way I didn’t expect. For me 2018 marked the beginning of piecing myself back together as my body crumbled around me, and resulted in me writing fanfiction for the very first time as a way to cope and try not to lose what brain function I had. This led to me starting this blog roughly 7 years ago, and things started to improve. I met a lot of important in my life who I love very much. And through a lot of hardwork and believing myself, am probably at the most medically stable I’ve been since I was like… 16.
So… I’ve leaving myself open on purpose. No deadlines, no writing goals, just girl man hurtling towards his 40s who is going to be okay.
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