Day 4. My word count isn’t where I want it to be, but for some reason that isn’t bothering me this year. 2017 has really piled it on, in so many aspects. I got busy, then I got busier. There’s no time to worry about whether or not I’ll make the 50,000 word count, and if it does briefly cross my mind I feel a new sort of calm. I feel like I’ll make it, and if I don’t the worst that can happen really isn’t so bad. I wish I could give some concrete advice on how to let go of your writing worries, but I’m not sure what makes the difference between rationally understanding that it’s better to fail then never try, and actually feeling that way. Maybe it’s time, or maybe it’s realising you’ve already survived all the misfortunes that have been thrown at you so far. Maybe next year I’ll be a ball of raw nerves again. At any rate, I look at what I have so far, and I think this thing has legs. How are you doing?