I got not quite a thousand words by the time I finished at 11:30 p.m. yesterday. I’d been writing since about 1:30 p.m., and I had lost my fun. One of the people commenting on the weblog noted I’ve hit the runners wall, and I think that’s true. I don’t think there’s anything significantly wrong with the book except my own weariness with writing it and feeling the pressure of knowing it needs to be done by the end of the month — and end that is approaching with horrifying speed. I need a good day today.
So I’ll play with my website a bit this morning. Run. Hang out with the kids. And I’ll try to relax my mind, and find the fun of writing, so that when I go up to sit down to work, the quiet inside will be waiting.