Sick Day, Writing my Life One Page at a Time
“When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day’s work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.”
— John Steinbeck
Good morning; my apologies for my lack of soup yesterday. My Queen and I got our 2nd shot …
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