What I was doing was…

Intending to get somewhere substantial on the personal branding thing I’m working on. Sat in bed writing some disappointing stuff then went back to the novel to write 500 words to finish the chapter I was working on. It may just have been down to tiredness but the sense of feeling stuck and unable to make some cognitive of inspired leap mixed with self doubt to make whatever it was I did manage to come up with today seem to dissolve in my hands. Feeling frustrated and annoyed at not being able to meet my own expectations of myself, and trying to be kind and recognise that I did what I could with what I had, and that somedays things are harder than others. Might try again tomorrow or change tack completely, just what to forget about it all for now and watch a film.