Only, knowing me, I realize that those are the easy words. Those are the words that flow out of my fingers without much prompting. My mind just automatically comes up with them and spits them out as fast as my fingers can fly over the keyboard.
For me, it’s after I reach about 40,000 that my fingers start being finicky and my mind begins wandering. Other story ideas began claiming my shorting attention span, and I really have to fight to keep pushing on.
I can do it.
I will do it.