At this point I’m beginning to lose the will to live. Mentally and physically exhausted. All the joy has been sucked out of my life, and I don’t have time or energy to blog, or read and comment on other blogs. There’s always the novel, looming over the day, demanding a sacrifice of words.
I wrote 1,074 hard-won words today, 2,795 in total. Slipping behind already. On the plus side, it’s more than I ever thought I’d write towards a novel. On the negative side, it’s like pulling teeth. I cannot write fiction fast and fluently, or just do a brain dump. I’m continually aware of writing crap, and it doesn’t make a bit of difference that it’s “allowed.”
So the cure is working. The question is, how long do I have to stay in boot camp?