I felt great on Monday. Did 2400 words in 3 1-hour sessions. Tuesday? My anniversary. I had more important things to do than write. Today, after packing for Ohio LinuxFest, I’m exhausted.
So: I made words, but I didn’t finish anything.
I’ll finish this piece next week, after the con. Completing a small something will do more for me than a similar number of words in an ongoing book.
Stupid anemia.