My two pages

Pushing, against all odds, to meet a deadline. (I'll miss it, but don't want to miss by too too much.) Taking notes & thinking and, as ever, Woolf's thoughts on writing suit my needs: 

“The novel is now easily within sight of the end, but this, mysteriously, comes no nearer. I am doing Lily on the lawn: but whether its her last lap, I don’t know. Nor am I sure of the quality; the only certainty seems to be that after tapping my antennae in the air vaguely for an hour every morning I generally write with heat & ease till 12.30: & thus do my two pages.” (3 September 1926; D 3.106)