I have spent most of the day (about 10 hours, with breaks) on a paragraph and a half.
It is still not done.
It is still not good. (Not yet, anyway.)
I have been inside this paragraph so long that it has become overly allusive of concepts that reside nowhere except in my head. It reads like shorthand or gnomic utterances.
Only Yoda can understand it at this point. Or should I say: Understand it only Yoda can do?
Back to work.
2 comments:
I so feel your pain, er . . .
Feel your pain, I so do.
Glad I am that understand it you do.
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