Book Three Baby
Hello again Reader, Apologies for the short post today. I’m under a bit of a mid-contract-malaise. Not that anything untoward has happened aboard, far from it. I just find myself a little glum. A gloominess that has become a negative feedback loop of: while working the will to write burns because I didn’t write enough the previous day – get off work; get slapped in the face by fatigue – don’t write enough / good enough per my personal standards – get a little down because of it – go to work again – go to sleep; sleep bad – back to work – cycle repeats. With each cycle I inch closer to almost not writing at all. Sometimes it feels like I’m forcing it. And we all know forcing something doesn’t make for good outcomes. Still, I’m an advocate for keeping up a skill daily, even if it’s with the smallest thing. On Thursday, for instance, I reread one of my novella/short stories which has lingered as a first draft for quite some time. It is very Lovecraft-esque considering the narration is...