Dear Steven Pressfield:
I am going to have myself checked for brain damaged. I don't know why I don't write every day. When I do write, I feel good afterward. I feel accomplished. Even if everything I write is dreck, I know it will end up helping out in the end (if nothing more than to get the dreck out of my system so something good can come along).
On the days I don't write, I don't feel like this. I went 600 words over my word count goal. My back hurts because my chair sucks. I write at the tiniest writing desk. I forgot my wireless mouse in the living room, but I wrote 600+ words because - I couldn't tell you why. The demon monkeys from the back of my brain say it's because I'm competing with other writers (and I may be too, but that isn't the whole reason like they vote). Maybe the two worst influence at my paycheck job are gone; I can stay a bit more positive at work. I would like to say it's because I wanted to feel good.
I like feeling good. I'm going to try this again tomorrow night.
Sincerely,
Me
