I’m roughly six thousand words behind the word count. I didn’t write a single word today. I will NOT give up on this. My productivity increases with the pressure. Usually. We’ll see.
My main problem is that writing’s not fun anymore at the moment. It feels like a chore. I don’t like this. But I think it might be a mind trick that my lazy inner devil is pulling on me. I’m up to your tricks, you little bastard. You will not make me give up on this.
Anyone else on the point where you start talking to yourself in cafés and don’t even notice the funny looks you get anymore?