I really expected better for this month. So what happened?
The only relevant journal entries I could find for January said—
Why the self-sabotage????
And—
I realized I’m totally just avoiding writing again.
Words written in January: 577.
Ouch.
Fiction writer. Expert procrastinator. This is my life.
I really expected better for this month. So what happened?
The only relevant journal entries I could find for January said—
Why the self-sabotage????
And—
I realized I’m totally just avoiding writing again.
Words written in January: 577.
Ouch.