All things being equal, I’ve decided it’s the lack of production, and not the sundry aches and pains that have me down. I’ve been putting in a lot of work the past month, but much of it feels like wheels spinning. Grasping for what isn’t there, or that I can’t see. I’m never sure what inspires the episodes of negativity, but they’re real insomuch as they can get inside you’re head and poison everything you’re working on, so you have to respect them. That said, I believe I’ve finally come to see the purpose in the newest short I’m working on. Made good progress today, and hope to continue with it tomorrow. Meanwhile, the new novel goes through its own fits and starts.
Have been reading pretty widely of late, and I’m crediting time spent with the work of others for helping me (partway, anyway) out of the hole I’d dug for myself. I’m deep into the new Best American Short Stories now, caught up on the latest NYer pieces, and even getting in a little friend reading on the side.
Weather’s been cool of late, but the sun came out today and we got in a nice stroll around the neighborhood. Not sure what we’re looking at for the rest of the week, but hope whatever it is includes some sort of precipitation. Had a face-time call from Matty when we got home. Didn’t see Jack, but that’s the way it shakes down sometimes. Sure good to see their faces when we can. I'm already eager for summer.