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A period of unrestrained indulgence in an activity; spree; binge: a crying jag; a talking jag.
I’m in a writing jag, so deep in the Well that I can’t see the sun. I don’t want to see the sun. I hit 1K and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. 2K isn’t enough. I’d go for 3K but my right arm starts to tingle.
Over 17K in May alone already (not counting this morning).
I just can’t write fast enough. The threads are tightening so fast they might strangle me if I’m not careful and I can’t use the ivory rahke to hack my way out. I’ve got to trust that the threads fall into place.
And write faster.