Even though it is taking me far too long to finish Story #1, and Dreaded Paragraph #3 is making me crazy, I somehow never lose hope. I still believe I will finish this story; I think that Story #2 will be finished much faster than Story #1, perhaps, even, in a month; I am sure that I will finish at least three stories, but probably four more stories, by the end of May; and this morning I'm thinking about the novel I want to write, and should I be writing that now, too, along with the stories? I can do it. I know I can.
Am I nuts? Or is this positive thinking or am I being hopeful so that I can go on?
This is the disconnect or I don't know the exact word at the moment that Our Dear Reader often chides me for; you have to be realistic, look at your past performance to see what you'll do in the future, etc. etc. I know that's true, but still I believe...
It's especially funny or odd or sad because most people who know me would not say that I am not a hopeful person. I am not a bright-side, glass-half-full, sunny-side-of-the-street kind of guy.
I don't know what it all means--are you shuddering at home, readers, thinking, OMG, Madeleine is so not aware of herself, she doesn't get it, she's in for a rude awakening; or are you thinking, good for you, Madeleine, be positive! Be hopeful! We believe in you!
Anyway, I'm still hopeful, even after this post.
Wrote yesterday and last night and even this morning.
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