Friday, June 20, 2003
I do not often get Significant Headaches. But yesterdays was a bullbitch. I wasn't good for much of anything all day. I attended to about a hundred bits of minutiae - e-mails, proofreading, etc. - but got no actual writing done. Of course, that's not so different than the way things have been going on the days when I don't have a headache. It let up about sunset, and today I just feel kind of groggy. Maybe I will make real words today. Maybe Chapter Five will move forward. Maybe, one day, I will glimpse the light at the end of the tunnel that is this frelling book.
Last night, we ended up behind a pick-up truck with WANKER as its vanity plate.
Random thoughts. My head is filled with them.
I will sit in this chair, in front of this iBook, until at least 5 pm. I may write. I may not. But I will spend the day sitting here in this chair in front of this iBook. Beads of blood may appear on my forehead. My back may ache. But I will sit here.
Stop trying to write, and frelling write.
I know it's that simple. I know it's that intricate.
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