I keep starting things, sure that the next thing I do will be better. I keep going back to things and being disappointed how far short they fall of where I was aiming, where I remember them being. I want to take a break but I also don’t want to find that a break turns into an indefinite stop. It has been that kind of week, or really that kind of month.
Writing notes: I started a second short story. I really like the idea but the words keep getting in the way.
Reading notes: Reading “About a Boy” which I’m enjoying a lot. It’s funny because I really liked the film and I rarely watch a film and then read the book, so it’s interesting to see how they line up.