Just for the weekend, for a wedding. Today, I have laundry to do, a haircut to finally get (maybe), a suitcase to pack...and a massively bad cold. I'm off in the clouds right now, thanks to the cold meds.
I can't complete a train of thought to save my life. Be back Monday.
If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then possibly what you are doing isn't very vital. If you don't feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don't have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough. --John Irving