True if you double space. I was 2000 words into writing when I realized that 4 pages for me with my single-spacing-self equals more than 1000 a day.
But here is one thing I wrote today, that doesn't count towards the project itself although it reflects a bit of what I was thinking as I tried to fill the page.
Why is it the sad stories are the ones that come first? I hate that. I wish the happy ones would rise to the surface. But if the sad ones want to be written first, then I must write them and make room for the happy memories to come forward.
For a long time I didn't start this project because every time I would, the most painful and brutal moments presented themselves. I realize, however, that if I don't start it can never be finished.
And isn't it about time I had this realization. Sheesh!