So, last week was a very bad week for me, writing wise. Out of the 7 days I only wrote for three of them and I wrote very little on those few days. The usual unreasonable self-loathing and guilt ensued, pushing me to get back on track.
After two consecutive days of a more reasonable word count (around 1200 monday and 2000 yesterday) i'm starting to feel better.
Not that the writing has gotten any easier. For most of this exercise, since November 2nd, the writing has been slow, difficult, uncomfortable and a variety of other unpleasant feelings. While the plot's always been there the actual storytelling hasn't come any easier over time.
I had that one glorious day where I miraculously pounded out 5600 words (that historic day being November 22nd) and have not repeated it since. I still have dreams of reliving that victory with a sudden massive word flow ending in an even higher single day word count, but that hasn't happened yet.
However, with the routine of writing everyday back on there is at least the chance of that happening again.
I knew this before, I certainly got it into my head last month, but I am relearning it now: nothing can replace writing everyday. It's a lesson I've been taught many times before: in school by professors and in my personal life by my mentor. And yet, here I am once again learning it. I suppose it's just one of those things you just have to keep learning until it finally becomes ingrained or, gods forbid, habitual.
But hey, better to learn the same lesson twenty times over than never at all, right?