Started on page 22 of my attempted novel today. I really hate to sound trepidatious, but writing has been going pretty smooth. Like too, smooth. Like I feel that there should be some other struggle than having to stop writing only to empty my bladder again. With that said, I know that the ‘hit a wall’ moment is coming. It always done and the longer the piece the more walls to slam into. I am a very superstitious person so all I will say is, so far so good.
Has anyone else began climbing a mountain and found that the start of the path is easier than you thought?
(The mountain is the book)
Write. Read. Repeat. 
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