Now that the short story is done, I find that I miss knowing what I'm going to write the next day. It was nice having that to fall back on. "Can't think of anything? Ah, let's just continue this." Going back to the story each day was like stepping into a warm bubble bath. It was soothing. I guess I'm going to have to think of another one to start, huh?
Today, though, has been a jumble of trying to clean up the problems I've created by procrastinating yesterday. After I finished writing, I felt...
Published on January 19, 2018 20:58