I am feeling overwhelmed. Writing for me is all about trying to manage that feeling, trying to get control of it--though perhaps that is part of the problem, i.e., trying to control anything when I am writing. I think even this post is overwhelming me and I am not making sense.
I spent the day, yes, working on one paragraph--yes, another dreaded paragraph; dreaded paragraph #3. [Interrupted by Agnes.]
Update: I just read Agnes my notes from the day--the sentences that will eventually become dreaded paragraph #3 that I've been writing and rewriting and trying to put in some kind of order on the page all day (all week, really). I felt so much better reading them to her and talking to her about them and I feel like the paragraph--and this section--is just about finished. Thank you, Agnes! I should not need Agnes to reassure me in this way, I know, but I will write on that some other time.
Agnes is fine everyone. Her hair is long. She just made me dinner.
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