It’s that time of the year when things are very uneventful. I did absolutely nothing on my birthday, except work, I went to a concert on Sunday (the 14th) and the rest of the week, I worked. That’s it. That’s my life right now.
I know it should be filled with writing stuff, editing stuff, plotting stuff, but it’s not. I know, I’m a terrible writer, in that sense. Sarah, you want to be a writer? What have you done to further your career? I’ve been reading my story, formatting it better, and adding in notes. That’s something, but it’s not enough, I know. You’re your own worst critic. Nothing is ever good enough, nothing is ever completely finished. Yeah, yeah, I know.
Well, sorry. I know I should do stuff to actually make these things more exiting. I’ll aim for that next year, I suppose. Oh well. Have a great day anyway.
Good night! Good morning! Good everything!
