A lot happened. It felt very strange and fun. Just moving moving moving. Working working working.
Trying trying trying to write.
I suppose I managed to write a good bit. But gosh it just doesn't come out sometimes. Honestly its because this project isn't as organized as I could make it, as it should be. The sections are organized, and then I meander within the sections. I place all kinds of burdens on myself by having quotations in there. I feel bound to my quotations.
What I should feel is bound to what I have to say in that section. I'm working on bringing the two together. Cause that is how it should be.
I plan on showering, eating left overs, and finishing another section tonight.
Really want the last section of Part III to be significant, to pack a personal punch. I just want to feel personally satisfied with it.
But it is real challenging for me. Eh.
I'm not sure why this project matters so much to me.