A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-One-Hundred-And-Thirty-Nine
Feeling rather tired tonight, and, if I am honest, I can admit that I sort of phoned it in a bit with my fiction. I still wrote what I intend to, but I felt like I just kept it pretty superficial for the most part and didn't really commit to going all the way with what I was writing, but I guess that is natural at times. As I said, I am quite tired already, and I was well before I started my writing tonight. It is probably necessary and natural, just a way of balancing the other nights when I have felt almost the opposite about my efforts.
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