Today is the first time I've made an attempt to write anything. I'd pretty much given up on the goal of finishing the story on time (well, this draft anyway - it still needs work). After all, it's not like I have any kind of deadline. It was just a personal thing.
When I started off this morning, I thought I'd forgotten how to write. Then I had another mince pie (very good for you when you're ill - full of fruit and stuff) and perked up. I now KNOW I will be able to finish this draft tomorrow, Christmas Eve.
It's just a little thing. But it's the little things that keep you going. This story has been immensely difficult. To be honest, though, I can't remember a time when writing was easy. Perhaps it's always this way. The stories are hard to write. But every moment agonising over them is worth it.
Good for the Christmas spirit.