I can’t read. Try as I might, I cannot read.
I am tired. I didn’t sleep well last night, so that is part of the reason why I am tired. Another reason is because the day was very busy at work. It didn’t help that the project was boring and a bit of a humdrum task, but it had to be done. I wanted to get it over with, except for lunch, I skipped my breaks. I am not quite finished the project, but I only have a bit to finish it off tomorrow.
It’s strange. I can write. As I write this, the writing flows easily. It’s been like this for a few weeks now. I am taking advantage of it. I cannot read, but I am managing to write.
I will go to bed early tonight. I think I worked too hard on the editing last night (I was editing my first book before I restarted on its sequel). I think, I over did it last night. I couldn’t silence my mind enough to fall asleep. I won’t do this tonight.
I believe this is what I’ll do. I’ll stop here.
—Robert Confiant 17 May 2018