Writing was good today. Great, even, but “good” and “great” are subjective, for sure. I can do better, output-wise. But...I need to be patient with myself. One step at a time. I need to build my confidence, find the pocket, one step at a time. I forced myself to...

Ooooohhhh it was hard to write this morning. It’ll be hard tomorrow, too, probably, but gottdam...I still did it. 500 words I’m happy with. Two pages, almost. NOT the goal...but I still did it. Also did some work on the “project” that had me outdoors. That was nice....

It’s exhausting to raise the bar. And scary. And exciting. I’ve been waking up on time for a week, now. And I’ve done what I needed to do miscellaneous work-wise. Tomorrow, it’s time to write new pages for the first time in a long time. Brand new pages. Fresh. New...