Last week’s combined word count: 31,746 words.
I finished the book that was behind schedule in a mass of consecutive marathon days, and ended up eating into only 3 of the next book’s scheduled days. That’s recoverable, and quickly, but I also don’t want to lose sight of the fact that I shouldn’t have run over the deadline in the first place.
I grew complacent, because my current schedule looks so easy compared to a novel every three weeks.
So I need to settle down and get back to a steady rhythm of daily production.
I re-read Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art again, last week, as well as his Turning Pro. Both very grounding books.
And now…back to work.
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