Today has been an absolute exercise in futility. I got up, wrote on my blog some. Developed an idea for a new novel. That is about the gist of what I have accomplished today. I started cleaning around nine this morning, because I was under the impression that I had company coming by. That didn’t develop into anything. Then it was back to writing. That proved to be elusive. It felt like I had a chain around my neck, as I struggled to write about this new idea. I could hear what I wanted the character to say, but when I tried to write it, their voice was hollow. I digress. Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe, it will be more eventful. 
Given that you’ve posted your first four pages, it seems to have been more productive than all that. Looks like you got quite a bit done.
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It would seem that way, but you are looking at the results of all day. Until about an hour ago I was still writing.
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