I know I’m being unproductive. I know I’m being a bitch.
It’s a realization I have to turn into motivation, and not crushing hopelessness.
Luckily, I’ve gotten far enough ahead on The Mungk that I’m still somehow ahead of the targets I set for myself.
Even had time to enjoy a cigarillo for reaching a milestone a few days ago. I almost forgot how much I like cigars. I love all the indulgences, and not even in excess anymore.
Target: 800 words
Written: 152 words, novella: The Mungk