He had no desires

Two days in, I broke the chain. The idea was always to write something every day, thus creating a chain of consecutive days where something was, well, written.

I don’t need to buy a special calendar to mark red X’s on, and I don’t need to use an online one either. It’s pretty simple: the date of each post should always be no more than one day later than the date of the one before it. If I can’t get to a computer to write or post, then I’ll write something in one of my notebooks.

Sometimes we want to see how long the chain has grown; this is like always looking down when climbing a cliff or a tree.

He was now so high that the crystal cliffs from which he had set out appeared on a level with him as he looked back across the valley. He now saw that the land leaped up beyond them into a whole waste of the same translucent formation which ended in a kind of glassy tableland…He had no desires and did not even think about reaching the top nor why he should reach it. To be always climbing this was not, in his present mood, a process but a state, and in that state of life he was content.

— C. S. Lewis, Perelandra

To be always writing is not a process but a state, and as long as I am in that state I am content.