I'm actually pretty happy right now with my writing. After a solid year of uphill grind and feeling like there was a new skill to learn around every corner, I've hit a plateau where things are assimilating nicely, and I can almost write again without being excruciatingly conscious of every choice. It's not like it's coming out perfect on first draft--it never will--but I feel as if everything I've learned is integrating at a furious rate. It's a good place for a plateau, because I think I'm very close to writing consistently at near-pro levels.
Although my judgement could be flawed.
Please note that "pro" doesn't mean "finished" by any means--and I am not consistently writing like a pro yet. I get fits and spurts, still, but there's stilla lot of satisfaction to be had in it.
There is still so much room to learn. But I have put in a real hard push for over a year now, and I'm feeling the writing binge tapering off. My goal is to stick to at least a thousand words a day, even if they suck--which gives me plenty of room to finish two or three novels a year, and a few short stories too. Especially since I tend to write my shorts in big gulps of five thousand words at a sitting.
I may be learning to pace myself.
I may be getting the hang of this.