Yesterday was the last day of my chronicling my writing progress and it was a failure. It didn’t prompt me to write any more than necessary and I don’t really care. I thought I could eventually go back t]and find my old productive self from last year, but she’s still lost 😦
More like 29 days of not writing. But I got two more cross stitch patterns in the mail so I might try those instead 😦
I went to a cafe and managed to edit a chapter of Calico before my brain turned itself off, but I was able to do the same amount at home later that afternoon. Another thing of note was that I wore a new dress with pompoms on it and they’ve been falling off 😦 I’ve been leaving a trail of fluff where ever I go 😦 I don’t know where a third of them have gone, but I’ve been collecting them whenever I see them.
No words 😦 I feel a sense of un-accomplishment pervade me. I can’t finish things and have an even harder time starting them. I read a section of Bell’s book ‘The Mental Game of Writing’ and there was a section about how over Christmas he goes over what he’s done for the year and all I can think of is that I have wasted so much time 😦 I really think that I could have completed a few works and have them out by now 😦
Still no writing, but I’ve thought that maybe I could go over some already half completed works and edit what I have of them.