7100 words. I beetle through it and hit a wall. Then I stop. It's not as cut and dried as that. The thinking process becomes clotted and thick and I feel myself slowing down, encountering obstacles. So a couple of hundred words into that feeling, I decide I'm done for the moment. The wall is a soft wall made of small bricks of foam. As you crash into it, it absorbs your speed, and you slowly begin to feel a little dazed.
I find myself mostly developing the first part of the book, “What Are Hyperobjects?” The slightly more tricky seeming second part, “The Time of Hyperobjects,” scares me a little bit.
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