Pages can be tricky, but I’d like to do, before bed, is write two more pages. Why? Well, why not? I have some free time, and I’m a take that time for something I can do, besides loafing about.
What I said about my writing. At the moment it’s not a paying gig, but it’s still work, and I like working. Keeping at writing helps me stay focused and busy. I like having a project to turn out. I’ll keep working until I get it done.
I have to be honest; even though I get confounded from time to time with the process, I do love it, and always want to do more. On a second note, yesterday’s thought was to start over. I KNEW if I allowed myself time to mull over my frustration, and press forward, I’d clear up a few issues.
I guess my lesson is as it always has been, you gotta see things through to the end. Frustration is a mess, but it can be beat in time and through perseverance. So it’s a work day. An unpaid work day. But still something far more valuable than one can tell.