When I started this writing marathon, I thought that it would be a boring coercion process, constant tension, and in general, that I would leave this idea somewhere at the beginning. 

But the distance covered shows that not everything is progressing so badly. Yes, sometimes I do drag myself to the keyboard, as for example this day, but this feeling of a small victory cannot be compared to unpleasant initial emotions.

I go little by little, and the process itself pleases me. I don’t think about the final result, and this significantly weakens the burden of responsibility for some quality.

I just sit and just write. It is so simple that there is nothing to tell here. This is a banal process that is an integral part of any writer’s life.

If you don’t write, what kind of writer are you?

Even if it’s a word a day, you have to write.

On the fence, on the hand, in the notebook, but leave behind some verbal mention.

Today was the first day when I was already thinking about what would be the next challenge after this writing marathon, a challenge for myself.

I have a lot of ideas for works, I also don’t have much time for free writing.

The seventeenth video I post the next day, because turning off the lights was unplanned in my schedule: