I didn’t write yesterday. That was the first day I’ve missed in almost 2 months; in almost 40 consecutive posts save for weekends.

40 posts are a lot of posts. Some would say too many.

It’s not that I forgot to write yesterday.

I sort of ran out of things to write about.

But that’s not true because I have plenty of things to write about.

Ludology was next on my list. The study of games. That sounds fun.

So, no. It’s not that I ran out of ideas.

It’s more that I don’t feel like writing.

Tangent: I had this teacher in college that I loathed.

I’m not sure why I loathed him.

Maybe it was because his first class was annoying. It wasn’t a lecture on the syllabus or anything relevant to the class; it was an oral autobiography. He started class by listing all his accomplishments on the chalkboard. He filled the entire chalkboard. He then proceeded to tell us his entire life story.

I hated that.

The class was called Fiction Writing.

I took it because I enjoy writing fiction. I’ve been writing short fiction stories on my own since middle school. In this class, we were supposed to turn in a short fiction story once a week. There were 10 short story assignments and the final was a 10-page story in our favorite genre.

The class was easy because I already completed the assignments before class started. I turned in the stories I wrote as a hobby. Besides changing the occasional story to fit the prompt and making one a little longer for the final, I did nothing in that class.

And the teacher continued to be annoying.

He was very accomplished though. He never let us forget it.

He wrote a fiction novel that got awards or something. I can’t remember.

While proofreading a select few stories in front of the class, this teacher would give us advice on how to become better writers.

He had the same advice every time. He said, “To become a better writer you must write every day, even when you hate it or don’t feel like doing it.”

He recommended writing 1,000 words a day.

He made it very clear that if we didn’t write 1,000 words a day, we would never become successful writers.

No joke, I maybe wrote 1,000 words total in that 11-week class.

That teacher gave me an A.

But according to his advice, I should’ve failed.

Either I’m a fiction writing prodigy or he was wrong about the 1,000 words a day thing.

I’m no prodigy.

I think he might’ve been wrong.