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I dislike the daylight savings day – out of all days going nowhere it is going nowhere faster and more meaningless. Every year in life I have this weird feeling: “what it is evening already? But I’ve just woken up!” I mean, yes I have the same feeling January 1, but then it is justified, because I wake up late in the afternoon after all the New Year festivities.

It is noon again. Already. Grrr. I am trying to write. I discovered that I have to many writing projects – in Russian and in English, and I cannot concentrate. As soon I choose one, I get stuck, have no useful thought on topic, but lots of thought on the others. I change subject, the same problem with the new one.
I am writing a story that lives in my head for a long time. The first charters I wrote four years ago. Then I kind of lost the fun, the story, and couldn’t figure out how to get my characters from a point A to point B. Now, it seems I figured out the way, so I return to that first chapter – and it’s crap! Very crappy crap. I feel sad and pity myself. Now I am scared to read everything I wrote. And I thought rather well of myself, you know. In this field, at least.

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