Strangely, it was a good week for me. I was wondering desperately about my talentless and hiperambitious nature over my dish of spaghetti (my meal just about every day) when i suddenly, almost without thinking, pushed the dish away and started writing a story about a dish of spaghetti. It's small and playful and I'm quite proud of it.
Still, I need that strength to just sit down for hours and write and read and research. How do you guys do? My Power of Will sinks after 10 minutes, with luck.

