Alright, life update: I feel very sick.
I’ve been back from the hospital a few days now, and am slowly recovering. The good news is that, in my more lucid moments, I’ve been able to work on a short story I want to send to an anthology. I think I finally got the ending to have the meaning I’ve been working for, but I’m not sure the whole thing works together, yet. A little more polish, a bit more spit and shine, and maybe it will be done.
I’ve also had more time to read, but this hasn’t been going as well as I would like. Though I’ve been able to be fairly disciplined about writing, I find that reading exhausts me quickly. A few pages in, and I’m falling asleep. To be fair, I should probably just sleep. The thing is, I don’t quite go to sleep; I feel far too anxious to rest.
Oh well, there is another short story I had to put on pause earlier that I’d like to pick up and finish, and a few essays too. Who knows what today will bring?
