Like garden work there are moments to cling to, to be taken up by, one such is from a 1909 winter:
I too write in haste, just before dressing to go out. I will only add here I have blind faith in my power of making sentences presentable, so that I leave bald patches gaily, to furbish up next winter
Congenial Spirits: The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf edited by Joanne Trautmann Banks (Toronto: Lester and Orpen Dennys Ltd., 1989) p. 51 Letter No. 471.
Faith in the power to make sentences presentable. And joy in that faith. The words will come to the appropriate spot at the appropriate time like garden work
And so for day 102