I think, though, that the reason is that I am writing as much as I can, whatever comes to mind, and RIGHT NOW it's boring. But it won't always be, not if I get my mitts on it next month or the month after and rip it apart and put it back together again. I have broken 8,000 words, still way behind, but still I feel hope.
Also I feel hope about the swimming. I think the stretching and muscle work involved are already - since last week, when I jumped into a pool in Henderson - starting to yield results. I feel stronger and more hopeful. Mostly in my mind right now but that's okay, that's where it matters most.