the discomfort of being out of wack

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.

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walking down the road with a book of conjugations in my hand.
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