What I was doing was…

Working to flesh out the novel’s plot. Spent 15 minutes this evening writing a seven-point plot plan, even though the thought crossed my mind ‘what if I just… didn’t?’ I was feeling kinda brain-drained and was thinking that whatever I did would be shit and therefore pointless, when I remembered that it doesn’t matter about being shit, it matters about showing up -something I think can apply to a lot in life. Feeling tired and what I wrote probably is shit but I can fix that and I’m glad after 179 days I’m still showing up for the things I want to create. Tomorrow I will continue.