This week - in two days, in fact, Tuesday and today - I have written some 9 pages, or 2500 words, of the Novel. Nothing, right? Yeah, well, considering last week, and pretty much all the weeks before that, I had written precisely zilch that wasn't fanfic, I am feeling pretty good about this.

I'm on a roll. And what's more, I'm on a crunching-writer's-block-and-the-internal-critic-beneath-my-bootheel roll. It's pretty bad, what I'm writing. Talking heads and no descriptions, but I'm just getting down the action, the basic skeleton and a hint of cosmetics. I can come back and enflesh and clothe the thing later. For now, I just want to get a first draft done. I can write a whole novel. I know I can. I have done it before.

I will do it again.