After tonight, I think the only writing I feel like doing right now is essay style. Which is good because I have an 8-pager due for Western Civ tomorrow night. Maybe it’ll be a good break for me from the useless waste of energy spent in story land. It don’t take much to encourage me. But sometimes the effort and hard work just aren’t having any effect and it’s time to walk away.
At least for now. Don’t even feel like sending the one story I thought was finished out now. Maybe come September I’ll feel more like it.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Funny thing is that we do things we don’t WANT to do all the time. Which is worse – to do that which is unwanted, or to regret that which we didn’t do?