A Writer's Notebook, Day Six-Hundred-And-Ninety-Seven

I am still working at a slower pace right now.  I would like to get a bit more done, but I also recognize that I am struggling right now.  The stress of the world at the moment is not easy to manage.  Working has been a way for me to feel I have been doing something, even in this time, but the lack of progress I am making, combined with a few more recent experiences, and I am just feeling less enthused.  Right now, I am in a situation that feels so out of my control on so many levels, and I feel that I cannot even determine what to do, or if my actions are helping anything, and I need to figure out how to move past that.  I have no idea how, or even what it means, because I just cannot get to a place of comfort in my current predicament, not without some way to assess that I am making progress, and I recognize that this is not something I can find, that their is not an answer to my predicament, but I also recognize, at the same time, but I also know that this is not good for me mentally.  I need to figure out something that will help, a practical plan of action, but the actions that I can take I am already taking and anything else is outside my control.  I don't know what to do, and I have asked for help, have made efforts to enlist support of various sorts, but nothing has changed, and anyone I ask for advice either gets annoyed at me for asking or tells me nothing of value.  And now, I am having trouble getting myself to write as well...

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