Wednesday, the day of ‘other stuff’ piled together. No wonder it usually doesn’t go well, and this is the goal that often breaks my write daily routine.
I was unpardonably late to leave for the library and only managed to write 100 words there. For a main project, it would be nothing, but for some reason, it is easier for me to write 1000 of a novel than 100 of a short story. Go figure, but at least I started in the morning and wrote something. By the end of the day, I managed to push to 400—almost a record for the stories that I’m finishing: in the beginning, when I put everything I know would be in the story, things come easier, but then…
Only about three sentences in the novella ‘Unknown.’ But I’m at a place that asks for some thinking over and writing, not only checking grammar. Still, needs more effort.
Did two pages, as planned. This, at least, goes well, though the more I correct the translation, the more I feel I’d rather rewrite it as if afresh rather that trying to repeat things I wrote in Russian. Maybe, that’s just a bad translation, but the story just doesn’t sound natural.
2 of 3 tasks done, but again—to late in the day. I desperately need to start earlier.