Revision is ugh. I'm losing words, and feeling my writing become more lucid and more frenetic simultaneously. The story I'm working on is grotesque and campy in ways I haven't played with yet. I don't know if it's good or bad, but I'm having a good time fictionalizing. I guess that's all that matters for now.
In other news, I made soda bread, which was not amazing, but certainly tasty.
It's not the act of producing words, it's putting everything together, determining the overarching structure, the decision-making that accompanies structuring.
What a suckfest post.