It’s 1.11am on Tuesday, July 1: Today I promised myself I’d stop reading creative non-fiction and sit down and start to work. I’ve also promised myself that I will deliver one chapter a week to people who have agreed to read this latest draft of my memoir.
Picked up some manilla folders I wanted for the editing, but now I’m set to go.
I think this is possibly the lamest entry I’ve rewritten, but I couldn’t get to sleep, it’s late, and I’m itching to get to work. Next time I promise to be more intelligent.
