Have you ever thought about how many days you have left on this planet? I don’t mean that in a morbid or morose way. Just have you ever done the math?
I have and based on my family history, my health, and my lifestyle choices, at best case I have just under 15,000 days left.
15,000 sunrises to squint through on my way to work. (Yes, I probably will work till the end.) 15,000 sunsets to sigh over.
Once I got over the shock of seeing the number it kind of invigorated me. Made me realize forever only exists in stories and that I’d better get off my lazy butt and start taking my writing as seriously as I’d like others to take it.
Speaking of writing, if I only wrote 100 words a day that would amount to 1 & a half million, or 25 small novels. Terrifying, especially since I estimate I have another 7 practice novels to write before I figure out how this all works well enough to sell anything.
So what do you think? Does having a number depress you or inspire you?