Like today for instance, I've written a whopping 5 paragraphs. Better than no paragraphs I suppose but I was hoping for so many more. Pages in fact. Just when I get going with it and the words start to flow, the ideas are coming, I feel the inevitable drag of weariness pulling at my eyes, enticing me toward sleep and dreams. I'm fighting it off with this kind of writing, which is easier than book writing. Continuity is a pig! Especially when you can't remember yesterday much less what happened in a multi-character epic nightmare of a story.
I'm going to bed now.