I might have gone too heavy my first week writing. Compounded with the back issue preventing me from really doing much of anything, I just haven’t had much to say. Publicly at least. I wrote a letter instead, just to get some emotions out. It didn’t help much, but oh well. I was up late last night thinking about the impossibility of writing anything explicitly creative or fictional or whatever. Don’t know how people manage that, the best I can do is a shoddy recollection of my day or whatever thought has been plaguing me.
Back is feeling better, though. Ate a salad today too. That’s all of note, I’ll write again when I’ve got something that happens. I’m going to hold myself to one at least every four days or so, just to keep it a habit.
jeez, louise 