Tuesday was a day of rest-ish. I thought in the shower, I thought during my walk, I took notes on the train. I know what Chapter 20 is about, and all I need to do now is start writing it. If I follow the example of Chapter 19, what I’ll probably wind up doing is making five to six pages of script and building the first four, perhaps tomorrow. Then I can add a little more to the script, and rush to finish if Friday night. Of something. ^_^;;

Is it early to be introspective about this? I wonder if I can keep up the pace. I wonder if I can make it work. I mean, I know I can, but this is the part where I start to wonder if I should be questioning my sanity. For reals. Does my work suffer for being rushed? Maybe a better question would be: would I be able to do any better with more time? I think at the speed my brain operates, the answer to that question is no.

I think at the pace I go, I have to rush myself to get things done. Perhaps, one day, when I have enough practice actually finishing things, I can slow myself down. Slow the tempo. Enjoy the process a bit more. I’m afraid though, if I slow down, I’ll lose my energy and stop altogether. Is it a legitimate fear? Will I forget about it the moment I get caught up in the mania of the project again?

How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? The world may never know.