This Thursday morning, and as you can see on the side picture, I stopped about 15 lines after, having written the first word. My arm was feeling quite strange, and I had nothing more to write. This morning, same scenario but this time I almost made it to the full page. I am still hoping… I am stubborn enough and I’ll keep going with it, until it becomes ingrained in me, and a part of what I do every morning.
“Cent fois sur le métier remettez votre ouvrage” is what I kept hearing in my head during the self-doubt period that followed this pitiful first try. In other words: “Hasten slowly and without losing heart”. This sums up my current position, on this particular matter. I am waking up early tomorrow and I will go on writing and this time try to manage two full pages.