Wednesday

I’m stopped.  Thought I’d picked up something of the thread, at least to carry me on through a first draft, but it seems I haven’t.  I need to remember that first drafts are for trying to get there — there being some sort of story with some sort of ending.  But the writing of late isn’t encouraging.  It seems I’ve lost it, whatever I was after, since the November break to go north for jury duty;  possbily I’d lost it long before then — who knows?  And at the moment, I don’t care very much.  I am, alas, in a writerly LOW.  I have no kind words for my efforts.

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