Foolishly, I wish to chronicle the moment when I thought my writing was pure genius. That moment is…right now. Yes, my writing has been crapped straight from the gods. Don’t you all wish you were me?
Tomorrow I will read tonight’s Einsteinien output and reconsider. I expect the hanging-head of shame to follow. Still, cracked 10k in total word count today. Bravely explored Chapter Three, I think. Wondered where the story was going but then shushed that voice, hit it over the head with a hammer, and buried it in a burlap sack in the woods. That will show it.
Yes, I speak to parts of my subconscious, and threaten those parts with violence. Doesn’t everyone?
Note to self–don’t blog when extremely tired.
