Jump-start

[aadler]

 
9:05PM Central Afghan Time

(I had to back-date this entry because LJ tried to say it was already the 26th.)

I said I might get some writing done today. I went up to my room after dinner, sat down, and turned out 1,200 words on “Glass Ceiling”. This is getting almost scary. For the longest time I had so much trouble producing copy in quantity, I reinforced my motivation by reminding myself that, if I wrote one page a day — assuming approximately 200 words to the page — that would equal one medium-sized novel per year. But lately it’s just coming more and more easily. Getting myself to start now takes longer than writing once I do start.

If you have to have problems, I suppose that’s the one to have. But it still feels weird.