Actually, the end of week FIVE, and still pulling through.
Lost a week, right in the middle. Sadly, the winter-blue has hit with the force of a ballistic missile. Between the breakdowns and the panic attacks, that I made it to the day-job half of the week was nothing short of a miracle. However, all the other writing around that was done in enough excess that I didn't lose out on the word count. This pace seems to work easily alongside my brand of crazy and my full-time job.
For those looking for advice on that front, the pace is; 500 words/day, 5 days/week
I've also come to the conclusion that this is a solid beginner pace. However, next year, it I will (hopefully) be upping the ante. To get a 100,000 word rough draft down in four months instead of ten, I'll be having to put down a daily minimum of 1,250 words a day - more than double the rate of my current writing work load.
Also, for all the crazy I've gone through the last few weeks, this writing is therapeutic. Its reliable, its not expressly difficult, and getting even just this done every day brings up my mood. It gives me something positive to think about, even when I'm not working on it. It gives me a positive reason to reach out to people; looking for feedback, possible network connections, advice, etc. And people are so important.
All in all, worth every minute of time put into it. If you're thinking of writing - do it. You'll likely learn something about yourself.