I have spent the last few days binging on writing, trying to meet a self-imposed deadline on a big writing project. I have been writing in every spare moment (except those few spare moments when I was reading). I am going to miss my self-imposed deadline by a few days, but it has been an entirely delightful process: writing, revising, rewriting, and now proofreading and doing the final polishing. Tomorrow I get to start work on the index, something I am really looking forward to.
And what will be the final result? — a book-length project that perhaps only a dozen people will ever bother to read. Funnily enough, I have not been adversely affected by the thought of the small size of my expected readership. The dozen people who will read this book-length project will really care about the subject, and what I’ve written is reasonably well-crafted and well-structured. Above all, the process has been thoroughly enjoyable, from the initial conception right through the final revision. I guess I just like to write.