A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Five-Hundred-And-Seventy-One

I have been struggling to focus with my writing for the past few days.  In part, I am just tired, but I know it is also that I am feeling stressed and overwhelmed and stuck.  There is a lot that feels wrong at the moment, and I can't really imagine it getting better, I can only imagine it taking a huge amount of effort that won't really be worth it in the end, even if it is still going to be necessary.  I need to feel that I am actually progressing towards a tangible outcome, a result, in a real sense, not just measuring the effort I am making, not just my own actions and the work I am doing.  I don't want to keep putting energy into stuff and pretending that that effort is supposed to be its own reward. 

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