Dear Self,
This summer hasn’t been as fruitful as you anticipated in terms of quantity. There has been a lot of time devoted to tweaking sentences until they seemed half-way normal and interesting, but not a lot of pages produced.
True, you do have an excuse (which will be revealed later). But nevermind excuses. Your job is to continue, step-by-step, through sickness and in health. Keep moving forward.
This too shall pass. Until then, keep doing something.
Signed,
Your Observing Ego
Teresa Shimogawa 