Yesterday, and for some days running beforehand, the book had me bothered, bewildered, discouraged, demoralized, exhausted, ulcerating, nauseated, insomniac, depressed, not-suicidal-but-I-can-see-it-from-here, resigned, up-giving.
I went for a long, long run last night and resolved to cut it the hell out.
This morning, I found the next movement. Only wrote about half a paragraph, but I found it. Time to stop wallowing in self-doubt and finish the damned thing. Bring it. I'm ready to get fancy on this shit. I've got my crackers on.
Tourist Day 1 Recap
2 days ago
2 comments:
haha. Your crackers! Inks kids are going to be famous!
Awesome that you're feeling better. All of us, young and old, have been in that awful, insecure place of giving-up-ed-ness. But you're making progress, and you should feel great about that. :)
Oops - missed an apostrophe. Ink's!
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