Have often thought I should keep a diary to chronicle ‘The Great Work’: whatever it may be. Will most probably end up chronicling my utter failure; and no one shall care…
Do not know if I shall keep this up. Only in prior cases this sort of thing was an attempt to leave a record of my daily trials and tribulation; a girlish preoccupation of epic proportions. This latest is prompted by the loneliness of writing, well, anything, but mostly a novel and other assorted side projects. It will document the highs and oh so many lows of being a non-professional writer with, count them, zero readers; wanted or unwanted…
In closing, I shall refrain from addressing these thoughts to ‘Kitty’ but in all other respects am conscious of this blog being a confidante of sorts. The work is in progress and now too is the diary.
Good times. Bad times. Times. Shall soon be had by those who read and those who write.
