Often, it feels like I write at speeds appropriate for an Underwood typewriter because no matter what I try, I can never get beyond a few hundred words per day.
I like to think this means 'good quality', but I'm a realist. What it actually means is, 'I'm just too damn slow for my own good.'
If patience is a virtue, my readers must be extraordinarily virtuous.
If, for whatever reason, you would like to contact me, I can be reached at markkellyauthor@gmail.com

From Stephen King's 'On Writing'

“A friend came to visit James Joyce one day and found the great man sprawled across his writing desk in a posture of utter despair.

James, what’s wrong?' the friend asked. 'Is it the work?'

Joyce indicated assent without even raising his head to look at his friend. Of course it was the work; isn’t it always?

How many words did you get today?' the friend pursued.

Joyce (still in despair, still sprawled facedown on his desk): 'Seven.'

Seven? But James… that’s good, at least for you.'

Yes,' Joyce said, finally looking up. 'I suppose it is… but I don’t know what order they go in!”

Sadly, I can relate to Mr. Joyce.

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