While I don’t really believe such a thing as “normal” exists this was a pretty normal night’s writing again for the first time this week. I managed to write 500 words without too much extra effort in a reasonable time.
While I’m very tired (and heading for exhausted) for the first time in days it’s not because of the writing but just a normal tired feeling. The less emotionally exhausting part of my POV change finally seems to be coming into its own. The problems are so much simpler now: we’re back to just having to survive space battles.
That last sentence made me smile
You make it sound like trying to survive space battles is an every day occurance, like finding a parking space.