Today was an odd one. Stayed up too late last night hanging with the Ho sisters to get up on time, and I’d planned to get in my writing during the later part of the morning, but damn…it didn’t work. I never found and made the time to sit my ass down and get the pages in.
But, I was more at peace with that today than I was last week, when I just let anxiety overwhelm me. Today was a much more…calm version of “burned out.”
And, I’m in bed on time tonight, and I’m going to see how getting in TWO full writing sessions feels tomorrow, which would be my approximation of what writing full-time would look like. Going to try and write 23 pages tomorrow…which is probably too tall a task, but on the other hand, it’s absolutely not. I *can* write that many pages in a day. I’ve done it before, in fact. It’s very, very possible. So…we’ll see what happens. And whatever I fall short on, I can just make up over the weekend.
I’m in a groove, writing-wise, this zero-day today notwithstanding. I’m turning a corner. It’s a little terrifying, and the resistance is working overtime (just look at what happened today)…but goddammit. I’m still getting my shit done. And this time, it’s for a book I know will work. That’s such a relief.
Night.