I…think I wrote 12 pages today? Something like that.
The fact that I don’t for exact how many it was is actually quite the amazing thing. On the one hand, every single one of those pages I wrote today was hard-won. I had to grind out each and every one of them. I wasn’t exactly in the flow today, probably because I’m just getting back to it after work and life keeping me away for about a week…
On the other hand, there was a quiet certainty today that I was going to get all those pages done. I knew I would. I never doubted it. Even when I was struggling. And the path forward to finish those pages was so clear. I just had to put in the time.
I’m enjoying writing this book, hard as it is. And there is definitely stuff I can already tell I’m going to have to go back and do some rewrites on. Dominoes to set up that I’m now realizing must fall. Characters to get consistent. Details to fill in. Pacing a language to polish. But, the story is already there.
Netflix work was great today, as was a meeting with someone for the ‘project.’ That continues apace, though it looks like we’re in for another setback of a week or two on some stuff. But…we’re not in a rush. We want what we’re doing done right. That takes time.
Night.