starting to develop another bad facebook habit.I know it’s a facebook habit
because I posted this there when I should’ve posted it here.
a challenge that comes along when trying to steer energies into the more serious depths of what one would dare call literature or the literary, is when dealing with a stretch of time where not a decent sentence is possible. Every word feels like a chore. Don’t want to work on it. But must. Can’t let it float away. Maybe go look at an in-progress thing that hasn’t been worked on for a few years. How the hell did I write those killer paragraphs then but can’t do it now?