I’m nearly halfway through Dystopolis. That comes with its own set of challenges - given that I’m supposed to feel like the second half is a case of racing to the finish, there’s the chance that the quality of my writing will decline, or the quantity will decrease. When I really get into something, I can struggle with pacing, and while it helps that I’m writing short stories I still worry.
I haven’t been as good at keeping to task lately. I wrote nearly 1,200 words tonight, but that was to catch up on four days of inactivity. My head’s going through cycles of euphoria, where I feel so good that writing is the last thing on my mind, and dark periods of anxiety where I can’t focus on a thing. Sometimes, I hit a sweet spot in the middle. I’m hoping I can bite the bullet and just plough through regardless in future. Writing regularly is strength.