Okay, so I worked today. Wrote about 1500 words. I had a panicky moment where I thought I'd never get into the groove, but then it came. Sometimes, it's like pulling teeth. Other times, you're rolling along so good you don't even want to stop and eat. I had both sensations today. πŸ™‚

Some of it, I'm sure, was performance anxiety. I've never had to actually sit down and produce pages for anyone but me (if you don't count college work, lol). This is a new feeling. One I can totally get used to. πŸ™‚ I told the hubby that it felt like the first day at a new job (in a strange kind of way). It's exciting and thrilling and odd all at once.

Tuesday's goal: 1500 words.

Thanks again to everyone who came to congratulate me. πŸ™‚ I appreciate it so much. You kept me smiling and feeling great for days. πŸ™‚