Morning Pages, March 15, 2018
I haven’t slept well this week. I’ve had a good week, and I’m happy, but I haven’t slept, which means something gave, and it was writing. I wrote two sentences today:
I don’t know if I’m going to make it, but I am going up the mountain.
“You fucking shoegazer.”
I like both of them, but, yeah, not much today.