Tisha Writes… Sometimes Slowly

I’m 35,000 words into a novel.

And before you get impressed, let me be clear — this is not the result of discipline, vision boards, or a well-structured writing schedule.

This is the result of me squeezing out 300–500 words a day in between everything else I have going on.

Some days it’s thoughtful.
Some days it’s barely coherent.
Some days I reread it and think, “Wow… we’re really just letting anything happen here.”

But it’s working.

Because here’s the part no one really talks about:
Writing a book isn’t one big, magical burst of creativity.

It’s a lot of showing up when you don’t feel like it.
A lot of typing when your brain is tired.
A lot of trusting that small progress still counts.

And apparently… it does.

Because now I’m halfway through a sports romance novel that includes enemies-to-lovers tension, forced proximity, and just enough chaos to keep me entertained.

Also — and I cannot believe this is a real sentence — my boss is in it.

She asked if she could be.

And instead of doing the normal, socially acceptable thing (like laughing it off), I said yes… and made her the best friend of the main character.

Which feels like the safest place to put someone you see in real life.

Supportive.
Loyal.
Not in the direct line of emotional damage.

You’re welcome.

There’s something weirdly satisfying about writing fiction while living a very real, very busy life.

Like… I don’t have hours to sit in a coffee shop and “be a writer.”

I have 20 minutes here.
15 minutes there.
A random burst of energy at night when I should absolutely be doing something else.

And somehow, it adds up.

35,000 words worth of “it adds up.”

So no, I’m not writing fast.

I’m writing consistently.

And at this point, I’ll take that over perfect any day.