Yesterday, I completed my sentence-a-day project. I spent 365 consecutive days drafting 365 sentences, one sentence every day. You followed me throughout the process, and I must thank you. Many of you are rather new, but some of you have followed me from the beginning, and you’ve seen the metamorphosis of this writing project.
Over the course of this year, my perception of the project has also changed. At first, it seemed simple enough: an exercise to get me in the habit of writing every day. Sometimes when life got busy, demanding, distracting it seemed like a chore. Other days, I felt completely uninspired, but I had to create something nonetheless. Rarely, I felt inspired, prolific, and wrote a few sentences to space out over the course of a few days. Sometimes I felt like I was cheating, by writing a sentence that was too easy, or forced—or something I didn’t (want to) give much thought. But such is life. This was my learning process.
Now, reflecting on the course of this adventure, I realize that these sentences are all perfect drafts, simply because they are written, permanent, and I will be able to draw on them when I am feeling the fetters of writer’s block. I don’t know how or if I will use these sentences in the future, but I spent the year playing with form and language in the space of a sentence—in the many forms it can take—and that is enough of a lesson, I think.
Thanks for keeping pace with my adventures.