Well, t’is done. My first full day of solid writing in ages. Now 14,000 words down, 36,000 to go before the end of the month. Daunting, but my achievements in this one day alone leave me quietly confident that I’ll be able to achieve this insane feat by November 30th, and then finish whatever needs to be done beyond that milestone before the end of the year.
If I’ve realised only one thing from today’s diligence, it is that there is no greater tragedy in one’s life than to have dreams, and yet do little towards realising them.
I haven’t felt like this in ages – this particular brand of exhaustion, my mind still whizzing like the pages of a thesaurus, making the keyboard an extension of myself where my hands know the keys before I can even think of which ones to press, images sharpened by habit to a crystal clarity within my head.
I’ve missed it.
It makes me feel alive.
