The Conclusion

Twenty-eight days. Or twenty-nine days, if you want to count the one I skipped, which I agree wouldn’t be quite ethical. Either way, it’s a February. A month. I did it. Almost, anyway. Close enough for me.

Did I learn anything from a month of writing a hundred words a day? Let me see. I learned that worthless internet is...well, worthless. I learned that I could usually write even when it was the last thing I wanted to do. I learned that I look at writing differently from most labeled writers. I learned that I can hide a little less when I write and tell the truth a little more. I learned that writing isn't enough. I learned that it doesn’t matter as much as I once thought it did.

Am I glad I did it? Sure. Would I recommend it to someone else? Absolutely, especially to someone who has more to write about than I do. Will I do it again? Probably not.