Wrote twenty pages today. Needed that. Gonna go for twenty-five tomorrow…or, rather, just aiming for six hours of writing. I should be able to pull it off. No other activities scheduled outside of just work. Wish me luck. And in that regard: it’s bed time. Liz is...

Not an insane writing day today, BUT…I have found my resolve. The book will be done this week. It must be. I can do it, too. It’s go time. Sigh. Really wanted to have a blockbuster three days of writing. Couldn’t manage it. It was too overwhelming. But, tomorrow, I...

I’m close. Really, really close. I just need to keep going. I can smell the end of this book, and because of that, resistance is seeping through every nook and cranny. In therapy today, I realized the thought that resistance uses against me the most is that I wish it...