I do not have much to say today. Sewed and wrote. It is almost one am here and I am typing my edits. I just can not sleep. I also do not want to lay in bed till I fall asleep as I usually do. Today was a day in waiting and a day to be delayed. I tried to escape the day by sleeping as Sabbath I still worked some, but not in earnest or desire. It was happenstance and I refused to lie with guilt the next day and dirty dishes. I chose to help out and honor my mother's needs. Living at home for my reasons sometimes gets the best of me and knowing my earning capability is weak and spotty at best, though I do have income.
Wrote almost 500 words. Couldn't muster the strength and wherewithall to get through the maze of ideas. I am here and I must land there amounts to several week work factoring in the procrastination and need to stretch on to other projects. A few more paragraphs should handle it. The first five pages that is, allegedly critical to getting and keeping your audience. I've started in other parts of the book. Even the second book just to keep momentum and interest going. What is a dickens is showing instead of telling. add five more pages for each incidence of showing what you told. Although one small act or well place object in the description should do that as well.
Urge to write is overwhelming. Chat ya up later. ~n.