Writing isn’t always easy. I have too many unfinished manuscripts seeking my attention. I have troubles focusing on the one new thing I’m writing about. I always feel like I should have done more, been able to write more, instead of showing off my penis online, instead of being silly on Twitter.
Maybe it’s the weather: it’s been grey rain from a grey sky, the grey ground and the grey mentality of people when it’s been like this for 7 weeks. Today it actually felt like spring, 50F/10C of grey outside.