Twenty pages done. Feeling like a rock star.
Here’s the thing: it’s going to get harder. Probably several times. I’ll hit a part of the story I thought I had figured out, but realize I didn’t, or what I have doesn’t actually work. And it’s going to get REALLY hard to write those days. But…I can handle that. I can even handle falling off the wagon, and needing to reset my days. And here’s the other thing: I don’t think I’ll actually need to do that, to be honest with you. It’s okay if it happens, I’ve dealt with that MANY times before…but I don’t think it will. I think I’m actually going to finish this little challenge of mine and have a book finished—or near-finished—on the other side.
That last part is what I feel is most likely: that this book will end up being more than 400 pages, and thus take longer than 40 days of ten pages a day. And…I’ve dealt with that, too. It’ll be fine. I could even conceive of this book being broken into two parts.
Work was busy, but I got that shit done like a boss. Even got to hang out with bear in the evening, walking the pups together, making delicious pasta with a garlic, tomato, and burrata cheese sauce. Good golly miss molly.
Night night.