1,000 page project

So far this year I have been a bit productive in my writing, but not as much as I've wanted to be. Therefore, I have come up with the 1,000 page project.

It is exactly what it sounds like, writing 1,000 pages of material and doing so before the end of 2013. That's 83 pages a month, 20 pages a week, 2.97 pages a day. Sounds like a lot right? Well, challenge accepted!

I plan on finishing 4 screenplays and a novel by the end of the year. It's a year of writing and finishing projects that I started last year.

I started my first novel last year, "Hunter Blake: Bloodline." It is now about 10,000 words in. Here is a brief excerpt. 

As the dark clouds rolled by and the morning dew seemed to grow thicker, a man gently held a bible and read from it. The words were not familiar to Hunter Blake and neither was this scary place. It was Hunter’s first time in a cemetery and he was overwhelmed with fear. Not because everyone was wearing all black, or that tears were flowing like a river. Not even because he knew that there were old rotting bodies in the ground beneath. He was terrified because this funeral made him think of death and he knew that someday it would be him in that oak coffin. His eyes watered as he thought of how he would die. Would he drown in the ocean? Would it be a horrible accident? What if he was murdered? He tried to shove the thoughts to the back of his mind. It wasn’t fair to be thinking about himself when his Grandfather was being buried in the ground. Even more, what if Grandpa Blake was in heaven looking down at him right now. Would he be angry that Hunter was being so selfish. What if he was a ghost standing next to him. Hunter turned his head to the side. There was nothing there and he felt no presence. He was sure that his Grandpa was in a better place. Still, he did not like being around death. It made his bones shiver and the hair on his skin stand up. Hunter’s parents had told him that this was a celebration of life, but it sure didn’t feel like a celebration to him. At fifteen years old Hunter felt like he should suck it up and be more of a man right now, but Grandpa Blake had taught him that it was okay to be scared and vulnerable at times. He figured this was one of those times.

His mother put her arm around Hunter and it reminded him of the time that Grandpa Blake had done the same, a thousand feet in the air as he flew his small plane three hundred miles just for them to get breakfast. He thought back to his thirteenth birthday when Grandpa Blake sent him on a day long hunt to find his present, which was buried treasure. His favorite memory of his Grandpa was the time that he had told the story of their family and how Hunter’s bloodline was centuries old and held power unlike anything on this earth. Hunter was sure none of it was true, but he enjoyed the elaborate story of fighting demons and holding the power of magic and mystery that was, supposedly, unlocked on his sixteenth birthday.  Hunter would be sixteen soon and he always had the exciting thought in the back of his mind. He was sure that was exactly what his Grandpa intended, excitement and possibility. He looked back towards the coffin. He missed Grandpa Blake dearly, but was glad that his thoughts were turning to the positive and his arm hair was flattening out.