Yay me, me so super!
This enthusiasm is due entirely to me being able to create two thousand words yesterday. Sure, it's not really what you might call 'coherent', or maybe even 'useful' text, but I wrote a few pages in one day and that's got to count for something.
I have always had difficulties with word limits. I've always had to rely on the minus ten per cent leeway. Generally if I keep a tally of how my wordcount progresses, over the course of an hour it may look something like
8-34-26-50-54-60-72-86-103-65-70-73-73-73-87-90--- and it never occurs to me that if I stopped doing a word count every two seconds I might actually get some words done.
So for me to actually write something is pretty speccy. I also feel a bit relieved - having just spent almost a year worrying about not writing and how everyone is working harder than I am and knowing that sooner or later my supervisors will figure out that I really don't belong here, actually coming up with stuff to write makes me feel like I'm clawing back some lost ground.
Now, if I can get some more done, and then prune it down a bit to make more sense (there are some paragraphs that only make sense to the Sanna-at-eight-in-the-evening-yesterday), then I'll be quite pleased with myself.