Instead, the edit on the piece I picked up was quite easy,
even shallow, and despite the fact I’d last altered this piece some 18 months
ago, it didn’t matter – I could pick it up and the words jsut flowed. I was just in
the viewpoint character’s head, feeling her emotions and flowing. As a result
by 12 o’clock I’ve written 2,840 words and paused for breath.
Other things to do for the rest of the day, but at least I
hit the target count.
Wow! Unexpected.
In fact, last night I was even thinking
about taking a rest day today, throwing a sickie, having a research day. Instead,
I can spend the afternoon doing something else, in the sure and certain knowledge
I’ve been a good boy and can bask in that feeling of well-being.
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