november 10.

Yes. I've made it all the way down to the floor.

I began at my desk. Then cycled to my bed. And now here I am, and there is nowhere further down to go. Physically or anything else, quite possibly.

Sitting here with unyielding pages and a slow creeping sense of dread, so I'm trying to practise what I preach about positivity - the end IS in sight. I WILL get this done. It HAS to happen.

So - a reminder to myself that I will most likely end up down here again the next time around.

But it'll be ok.

Because it has to be. Because we are capable of more than what we limit ourselves to be, once we reach that limit and just keep plod-pushing forwards.

And even though this draft may be the most boring thing I've read in my life, even if I do want to lecture myself on all of the things I've missed and how-come-you-didn't-build-in-what-you-planned and how-the-heck-did-you end-up-in-this-place and why-have-you-got-that-line-in-there and what's even going on over here... Even with all of that, there's something to be said for the power of beginnings. Without them, there can be no journey towards an end, or at least a next, and without that, we're stuck in perpetual states of 'maybe' rather than anything that will ever eventuate. We cannot work to salvage what we did not create in the first place.

So - no matter the results. This is the beginning. The rest of the adventure is still to come.

And now I'll get up, even if just to save my gluteus maximus from further pain. Good talk.