I feel more than normally like I am going crazy. Humans without some kind of goals are really just winos, of one sort or another. I don't know what to do start doing next. I am barely working on the book, spending most of my writing time on the blog. I do get a kick out writing the blog, and the work there may just be a series of essays someday that are worth reading... but I still feel guilty about not working on the book.
I floundered for years on the last one, until I wrote out an incredibly detailed list of exactly what had to happen, and then went back through and tried to make the prose interesting.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
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