Keeping a journal has never been one of my strongest pursuits. I find it boring talking about myself for an extended period. This year, I wrote blog entries telling the tales about the things I’ve encountered along my writing road. On this writer’s journey, I’ve run into bumps, got stuck in ditches, and sometimes the scenery becomes tedious. The repetition of editing can become monotonous. Computer glitches can become obstacles along the path as tiresome as construction zones. It can leave a person stuck in technical traffic for hours. The best solution to such problems is sometimes to drive a different route. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for this new stage on my writing journey. Therefore, I titled this post Entry 317: My hands are Getting Tired.
Remember, editing is an important part of the writing process. Editing is where the artistry takes place. It’s where a writer thinks with their head to catch mistakes. Editing is the sweet spot where the delete button comes in handy. It’s where the creator decides which words belong to the reader and which ones remain with them.
My morning pages and Entry 317: My hands are Getting Tired
My word count for the day is 2404. I am almost at the 25,000-word milestone. That would mean I am halfway finished. My brain and hands are getting tired. I might need to take a break soon.
What I am currently reading and Entry 317: My hands are Getting Tired
Kasia has started working in the Polish underground in Martha Hall-Kelly’s Lilac Girls. Caroline is involved with a married French actor. Herta took a position in a women s reeducation camp called Ravensbruck. I am starting to see how their paths might cross. This book is a true story based on information taken from old letters and historical fact.
The music I selected today Entry 317: My hands are Getting Tired
I listen to the cool blues station Rooster’s playing in the background. Tomorrow, I’ll pick my own music.
The stuff going on in my life at the moment and Entry 317: My hands are Getting Tired
(This is the part that might get boring. You can skip it if you want.)
We hung around the house working on our projects. There is something comforting in establishing a routine. Today, we skipped walking because we had work that needed done in the apartment we are remodeling. The evening proved to be a relaxing time at home.
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