Last night I wrote 1,600 words for my book. It was a grueling task—up to a point where the details get complicated. So I dug through clips, retraced steps, etc.
Then I accidentally pressed DELETE.
Then I accidentally pressed SAVE.
Realized this at 4 o’clock in the morning, having felt quite satisfied over my efforts. Now, instead, I want to take the nearest fork and stab it through my eye socket. I also want to punch a wall, throw my cellphone into the door, scream as loud as possible.
In fact, I’ll do that right now:
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t feel any better.
