Yuck. Pass me a large bucket and a super-absorbent mop. I think I'm going to be sick.
But the thing is, we all need the motivation to get out of bed and do something some days. I know I do. Being a teenager, it's pretty hard to even get out of bed knowing that you can't do much with your day since you haven't got a) money and b) a car. I would much rather spend my summer going full hippie and taking adventures all over the World... Maybe even get a job at each place I ended up in. But my problem is that I've only got five English pounds to my name and I haven't even got a bike since I've outgrown it. So as you can see, I need something (read: anything) to help me get out of bed and finish my novel so that I can get money and go on adventures.
This is where I'm supposed to provide you with a far less cheesier alternative to 'live everyday like its your last day' or our all time favourite 'yolo'. Well, it depends on how strong you think the whiff of cheese is in my story. It's not a mild cheddar, so prepare yourselves.
I was watching television a couple of days ago (me, watching television? Shocker!) and this man was showing us his life as a building jumper. I don't want to insult your intelligence here, but he basically finds a thrill in climbing to the top of any building he can find and jump off it, with only a small parachute for company.
Anyway, he was talking about why exactly he did it, because of course the whole tv crew behind the show thought he was completely bonkers. And after a short pause, he said this:
"Everybody dies, but not everybody lives."
Despite the vomit factor naturally induced by something like this, it really got me thinking. If you are on your last legs, and you looked back on your life, would you be happy that you had really lived it? Or would you regret not pushing yourself and achieving something that you really wanted to? Because its true, isn't it? Everyone dies in the end, but not everybody lives their life to their full potential.
For me, the greatest achievement would be completing my first novel, which I am actually half way through. Well, it would be nice to get good gcse results too, but they are announced in two weeks time and I can't really bear thinking about that right now.
I am still on my summer holidays, and I have about a month until I have to go back to school. It will take me about 20,000 words to complete my novel, so if I split it up between 30 days I can write 1000 words a day and have my novel done by the time I go back to school. Of course, it's easier said than done, but I have written way more than 1000 words in a day before. If I pace myself, I can get it done. I will get it done. And I will have lived each summer day to its full potential.
This is my message to you, if you don't mind holding back the vomit for just a while longer. Set yourself a target, and make sure you live each day like you want to. Write as much as you can, and make a good use of that 24 hours. In no time at all, you will have a novel. And you will have lived at least a little bit every day.
Okay, you can return to your buckets. I'll get the mop.
The Book Critic x