Three Dollar Quill

Several stanzas later, and I'm starting to doubt my ability to come up with sentences in English.

I wasn't paying attention to just how much I wrote, but it's both not much in terms of raw words, and decent progress along the outline. The main thing that makes this kind of bittersweet is, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hate most of this when I finally get to my first editing pass. Just going to be constantly, like, reading one line, and then covering the page with notes and correction marks.

But yeah, it feels like doing that used up enough of my... writing... juice?... that I can't muster the mental acuity to actually describe what I did in any more detail.

So, instead of a short post because I didn't put any effort towards the stuff I want to write about, it's a short post because I put in a lot of effort (too much?), and I don't have any left. I guess that's better?

Anyway, my body is telling me to go to bed, and I'm going to listen.

Good night.