February 5th, 2010 by Neal

A less powerful motivator when you can’t write or don’t feel like it.

Every day I spin the wheel of destiny and try and figure out whether I can write on a given day. Monday started good, at 23,000 words, and this week ends at 34.7 K. That’s better than two thousand words a day, and yet I still feel like a wastrel.

I was 54 pages in, now it’s 84, and yet I go into the weekend feeling as though I haven’t done enough.

I did, however, triumph against an awful darkness the wilderness brings, and had my problems sharply ratcheted into perspective last night. Slow but steady, and there are more important things in this world that may miss you if you keep your eyes shut and your blinders on. I regret that.

Even if I keep this pace, the novel will be done by the end of the month.