Writing in spite of myself

These are the first words I wrote this morning -- words I needed to write in order to write any others:

There is fear. There will always be fear.
And I will let it be

It's now 5:15 pm, and I've only written about 600 words, plus a bit of revision. I'm going for 1,000. I'm so distractable today, and the words are coming so, so slowly that I feel like I'm writing in spite of myself.

But at least I am writing.

Currently reading: Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry by Mildred D. Taylor and Watchmen