Having your website wiped out is, once you get over the daunting prospect of reinstalling and redesigning everything, almost liberating. (Why, yes, I am being gaggingly positive, aren't I? Don't worry, it won't last long.)
It's not so good for getting words done, however.
I was going to be virtuous and worry about the website after I'd reached quota, but I couldn't. The idea of code, sitting there, incomplete and fractured, was too distracting. I can't stand projects sitting half-done.1
I had to give up the writing until I'd wrangled the website into something approaching a non-eye-jarring display. Which being done, apart from a few niggles here and there, I could finally write. Only somewhere between 3 and 4 pages, but that's quota and it's progress.
I dearly wish I could be one of those writers who can churn out thousands upon thousands of words a day, every day. Every time I try, though, I write so much in the first few days that I burn out, skip a day, and inevitably spin down into a cycle of writing three days worth in one day, then nothing for four or five days. Not the most productive cycle — and, in the end, slower.
- Strangely, this impulse has never quite kicked in with the writing. I am quite capable of tolerating half-finished stories. (Which is lucky in a way, because I don't think I'm capable of writing a novel in a day.) I suspect this is because writing stories is an awful lot harder than writing website code. [↩]