Self Portrait 28/52

Me.

The Author Suffers

Oh how does he suffer — under the weight of his own books.

On a separate note, I wrote a bit of something today that isn’t fiction. You maybe will not ever know. Sorry. But, if Fortune smiles upon me, and the other work I do on this same project turns out to be good work, and I’m as happy with the rest as I am with this start, perhaps you will see something of it.

Perhaps.

Sometimes, it’s very very hard to know the difference between getting work done and screwing around.

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