I beat myself up over words I already havebut don’t know how to say.
IVE BEEN AWAKE SINCE 5:30 AM AND I AM DYING!
i was forced to go to bed at 11 and all night, i kept waking up. then i woke up at 4:30ish and i couldnt go back to sleep.
You could ride a waveor paddle back on your own.
Both will get you home, except one won’t exhaust you or make you believeI’m supposed to do this shit alone.
Thursday, July 12th.
I keep trying to find the right metaphor for the novel writing process. But none of them seem to fit.