A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Ninety
It has been a rather busy day and I am feeling the overwhelm tonight. Even sitting down to write was a bit fraught for me, as I didn't feel connected to my work when I was starting. Part of that is probably because I begin with my prose work. I say it is because of that, but I know that I had the same issue at times when I was only writing poetry, so... In any event, I spent a long while not certain how to start. I did a bunch of reading and eventually came to a point where I had an idea and could get myself into it. Even so, I still just feel worn out and sapped. I really don't know what can help to restore things for me right now, as so much of it is a result of circumstances that I cannot alter. I've got so much to deal with right now and a lot of it just doesn't seem like it can be resolved in any way that will actually be good. I am aiming for the least bad options, or it feels that way. I have to hope for something to come along that helps to make a difference. At least I am still committed to doing my work and writing each day.
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