I don’t wanna. Thats my internal dialougue lately and it sucks, it really does. It sinks deep and is so freaking consistent.
and yet i did my month of writing. But it was lists of ten, and i had no standards to follow. Now, I will try to bring quality back up? shit.
I’m eating a jelly donut right now. Evidently I started on the wrong side, because there has been very little jelly in my bites. This is so sad. Who knew there was a wrong side of a jelly donut? Should I read into this?
Quality be damned.
I had my wonderful writing group this morning, and I wrote about old letters I wrote, and how that is gone now, but the memory remains, of the writing and the excitement in having a reader entranced by the mundane, said beautifully. It remains, with a lining of purple bruise, but it remains.
All is not lost. But damnit, its complicated, isn’t it?
sigh. have hope?
