One of my short stories isn’t working. I’ve approached it wrong, and I don’t know if it matters enough to come at it again from a different angle. Or, perhaps, if I’ve got enough of a grasp on it in the first place to make it work. Or, perhaps, if the problem is that I spent yesterday sleeping and today cleaning and haven’t actually tried hard enough to make it work. I may give it another stab tomorrow. I hope it works; my well of short stories does not run so deep as to give me a handy other one to write up if I can’t get this one to work. Good, that’s like six times I’ve used “work” in that paragraph. I R gud wrytr.
I have gotten through today without any sweets. Yay me.
miles to Isengard: 294.7(x-posted from the essential kit)