July 27, 2003

Some days I awaken with tears, so full of emotion that my body cannot contain it. The work will be good today, honest and straight from the heart.

Some days I awaken smug with some clever thought or line. Some of the work that I do today will be worth keeping, some will not.

Some days I awaken filled with depression and self-doubt. Why do you presume that any thing you have to say has value? Who said that you could write? Some of the work that I do today will be worth keeping, some will not.

Some days I awaken filled with gas, quite likely the result of a midnight snack that should not have been eaten. Usually I go back to sleep for a while. This will be a good day to do laundry.

Ah, but some days I wake up full of anger; still smarting from some unjust wrong, real or imagined. Life has dealt me a hand that smells like a foot. This is a day to do some editing.

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