I’ve written over 3,000 words today. Mostly just notes, and thoughts to follow up, but still – 3,000 words. Does it matter?
If I’d only written 100 words, would I be feeling as positive as I do now? Well, yes. The point is to make progress.
Over the last few days (weeks, really) I’ve been making progress, but mostly in my head. Thinking things through, working things out. It didn’t feel like progress at the time, but now that the words are spilling out of me, I can see that I needed that time of seeming inaction, of stuckness. Like unpicking a tight knot: there’s a period of time where you pick and pick and nothing seems to give, until eventually you feel that slight loosening that gives you hope.
If I’d written 100 words today, it would still feel like progress. Because now I have a glimmer of an idea of where I’m going.