A Writer's Notebook, Day Six-Hundred-And-Seventy-Four

Well, I feel quite good to say I am done and it is not yet even three in the morning, which is an accomplishment for me, at the moment.  I have been working hard, and it is a long day, but I am also proud of the work and the dedication.  As I said yesterday, I am focusing on this to keep from feeling worse about the state of my efforts at getting published, though I must admit it is not helping.  I wrote a long rant of a poem today that was all about that, and which I am sure will never be published, or if it is will be changed in every way from what it is.  It was me attempting to vent, because I do feel rather stuck right now, and I am not certain what to do, and no one is helpful, to be honest.  I can't figure out what to do, so I am writing more, and that is probably not a real solution, but I am also aware that this is the amount of writing I have aimed at for a while, so I am not thinking it is only that, but it does keep me busy, and I am hoping that I will produce good work this way.

I wanted to mention as well, that I still feel the story is going well, though I am not certain of the end still.  I see more of it now, and it keeps moving forward, and that is really all I can ask at the moment.  In many ways, I think I am more worried at the moment about getting it written and being able to move on to another story and another, in much the way I am writing my poems, and with the hope and expectation of honing my skills and improving the fiction that results as I keep writing.  This also removes the pressure of wanting the story to be perfect, and allows me to see how it unfolds, which is proving quite an exciting approach.

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