A Writer's Notebook, Day Six-Hundred-And-Ninety-Two

I am feeling quite good about the choice to slow down a bit.  Their is still a great deal of writing coming, but I am not stressing myself to keep pace, and I feel a bit less anxious about starting my writing each day.  I was beginning to get some negative feelings around that, and I know those are bad signs and can lead to trouble, but I feel much less anxious about doing the work when I am not putting that kind of pressure on myself, at least right now.  I am sure I will, at some point, want to press myself again, and it is a practice that works well for me, but I also realize it is not the only way that works and that their are times when I must shift in response to my life.

In terms of the specifics of the work, I am still working on that long poem, which seems to be going well and is spreading into more and more territory, though I am not certain how it all fits together quite yet.  It is not disconnected in terms of theme and many of the ideas, but it is ranging quite far.  The story is also coming along quite well.  It is a bit longer than some I have written of late, and is at around 6,000 words at the moment and I think still has more to go.  I do think I see the ending, perhaps, though getting to it is not so straightforward at the moment.  I can see what has been set up, and how it connects to ideas I had from the start, but I am not yet certain how the actual plot elements will align to make that happen, but I trust the process.  It has brought me this far in writing it, and I have not been disappointed with the discoveries I've made in this journey so far.

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