Shit. I am feeling badly and tired and dried out. I have not written much at all over the last few days even though I had breathing space. But somehow it feels like I have written the best bits already. But I cannot seem to manage to write 50 000 words of consistently readable stuff. I know how the story ends and what important points there are, but it is the fillers and the padding I am having troubles with.
Maybe I left it too late and now I should rather give up. What's the fucking point anyway?
8:39 p.m. - 2003-11-09
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