I write, and write, and write, but it doesn’t always feel like I get anywhere. Sometimes a little thing can feel like a victory though. It can feel like progress.
I do most of my writing with pen on paper. I like the tactile feedback of putting pen to paper. It feels more “real” to me. It feels like I’m creating instead of just typing. I know that’s silly, but it works for me. I imagine it to be parallel to the artist putting the brush to canvas. Pen on paper is my comfort zone. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a luddite. I love my computer and all the wonderful programs that make life easier. But pen on paper is where I start.
So what is the point of all this babble? Well, every time my pen runs dry I feel like celebrating. Because it means I’ve been doing what I’m supposed to be doing. It’s progress, I’m moving forward. Another empty pen, another productive day.
jgtwrites 
Wow, that’s dedication. I couldn’t do that, my hand cramps up and the writing gets sloppy after about 15 minutes. I think Asimov used to write like that and give the notes to his secretary to type up. It must make the rewrite an easier endeavor. There you got your first draft in all its glory… Or non-glory… Never thought about that.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night one time. I had an idea and I had to get it down on paper. (I keep a pad and pen near the bed for this sort of thing.) I never put my glasses on and didn’t turn on a light. I wrote about a page and a half of your standard 8-1/2 x 11 lined sheet in near complete black. When I woke up in the morning I remembered writing but was worried that it would be illegible because of my method. It was probably the most legible hand-written copy I’ve done in years. I found that quite humorous.