Notes of a Fool

Day 2

It's not really day 2.  I've been at this wretched writing thing for about 8 months now.  Every time I write something I decide I hate it and throw it away.  I am by no means at ease with myself, or my writing, so expect nothing.

It is my goal to write a book.  I understand that this requires and incredible amount of work and dedication.  Given my current situation, I have the time to put this sort of effort forward, though I doubt that I will.

Perhaps, if you're reading this, it was in response to my entry 'Suicide Cliffs'.  Think nothing of that, or what was in it.  Simply the rantings of a sober man, that wishes he had a drink.  I'd give my pinky for a tall cold beer right now.