The fact is, instead of three, ten-minute sittings of 600 words plus, I sat down once today and pumped out a paltry 796 words – less than half of my daily goal. Not too impressive as far as portentous beginnings go, but sat down I did. And while I may have neither clue nor characters for a first novel, I do have the chutzpah to begin. All I have to do is the same thing tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow again, only more. Right?