Working on the next draft today, whole hog. The whole deal.
The little stuff. I try not to make mistakes and I’m not always great at this kind of hyper-focused super detail, but only when I get distracted by depression or stress. When I’m on, nothing gets by me. That’s where I am today.
Hyper-focused, doing my best not to let the little things get to me. Not to let this encroaching pressure crush me.
I can’t deal with other people’s shit today.
Target: 600 words
Written: 817 words, novella: The Mungk