I wrote 8 pages this morning. Got it in before therapy. That means I wrote 15 pages in two days. Four hours, to be precise. Four writing sessions. A couple weeks ago, that was an entire weeks’ worth of pages.
I’m…turning a corner.
I’m going to set a much more ambitious page goal for this coming week. 50 pages. I’ll probably land slightly less than that. Somewhere between 35 and 40 pages would still be amazing…but I also think I *can* do 50. I do that, and shit…I could finish this book by the end of June. Four more weeks. That would be…incredible. I know my cowriter would be very happy about that. So would I. It would be a breakthrough.
But, one step at a time.
First things first: I need to go to bed and get up on time.
Night night.