Hello friends and welcome to another verbose week is writing.
Last week I had just a few too many things on my plate, and one particular item was causing me a boat load of stress. I’ve sadly had to abandon that commitment, not because I didn’t want to do it, but because it had become such a point of contention in my own brain that it had become point blank impossible to work on it.
I’m disappointed in my failure, but I do feel like I’m able to breathe again without its specter looming over me.
With this new lease on my creative life, it would be shameful to do anything less than my absolute best. I struggled to complete my pages last week because I was so stressed about the other project, which means I’ve got some significant catching up to do.
Can I do five pages a day?