I’ve written a lot of pages this week. Whew! Six more to go tomorrow, and it’ll be a perfect week. Happy with that. Do it three (four?) more times, and I’ll have the book written, which is pretty crazy. Almost halfway there. And the earliest time ever. Pretty wild.
I am wiped, though. And writing this many pages for such a sustained period isn’t my favorite thing to do. I like to take my time more. Not to say I’m not enjoying myself. I am. I always enjoy drafting, truly. It gets me out of bed in the morning like nothing else, literally. I really do cherish that morning writing time, in particular. The night time seems to always be a little harder to get to…but the morning time. It’s my little bubble. I love it.
In that regard: off to bed with me. More to write tomorrow. Night night!