A Writer's Notebook, Day Seven-Hundred-And-Thirty-Six
I am going to keep this short again. I just am not certain what their is to say tonight. It's not a major revelation that I did my writing, or that I am feeling dejected after receiving another rejection, and it is not helpful for me to repeat my consideration of those issues in the same ways. It is how things are, and I do not have any idea what I can do at all. I feel stupid even considering my problems, when I look at the larger issues of the world, and I already felt guilty about being in a bad mood and the impact of that on others, especially Melissa, especially right now when we are still, essentially, in quarantine together. I need to figure out some way to improve things, which is the same thing I have said for months, and repeating the problem is not a way to solve it. I an sick of feeling that all I can do is say I don't know what to do when I know I must do something.
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