my national novel writing month novel is sucking. i can tell because there is absolutely nothing more i want to say about any of the characters. i want them all to go about their dumb lives – without me.
you can tell things are out of wack when you know it’s time to go to sleep, but you don’t feel the natural urge to get into bed.
i haven’t been reading enough lately. i haven’t been writing in pen. i feel adrift from the present moment. everything. is. yuck.