I got two pages done today, and I'm trying to consider that a victory.

It's a whole lot better than the last couple weeks when I didn't do any pages.

But... my perfectionistic-brow-beater won't shut up: "It's only two pages!! You have 536 pages to go. Do you have any idea how long it's going to take you to edit this thing if you can only manage to do two pages a day, let alone two pages in two weeks?!?!"

<sigh>

So... I keep telling that voice to shut up. I keep telling it that I'm learning a new character, and figuring out who she is, is going to take a while, but once I figure her out the writing will go much quicker. And I keep repeating all the good things... I started this scene in the right place. I replaced 13 pages of rambling with 3 pages of good stuff that seems to be falling just exactly in place. It's sounding good. It's feeling good.

But it took me 6 blasted hours of work to do 2 pages.