… only 3500 words to go. I don’t think I’m going to make it to 4000 words before Wednesday lunchtime. I’ve got two pages written of background. It’s not great. Right now I don’t care. I will write some stuff which is mostly relevant, and hand it in, and move on.
I will get through it the way I got through long shifts at the supermarket when I was 16: a small chunk at a time. You never stopped to think, oh God, I still have seven hours to go. You only thought, 45 more minutes till my next break.
That’s what I’m going to do here. I have two pages written. Next I will move onto the section dealing with the synaptic plasticity underlying the initial stages of drug addiction. I’ll write a paragraph, then get up and poke the fire, or go to the loo, or wipe the bench and put away some of the things on the table. Then I’ll come back and write another paragraph.
Forget the end product. Take the next step.