There’s writing and then there’s, you know, writing-writing, important writing, manuscript writing, the Real Stuff.

Apart from the occasional day when I deliberately step back from EVERYTHING to do with writing, I judge the success of my day by my page count. Writing-writing, that is.

It counts for nothing if I did the laundry, stacked the wood, washed the car or painted a room. It matters not one iota if I scrubbed out the bathroom or vacuumed the floors. I don’t care if I end the day muscle sore and tired from physical labor – Yes, it’s good to have those chores done, but “What have I done today?” still gets answered, “Nothing!” unless I can include a page count.

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