Sick day

Something's not agreeing with me. Urrgh.

A mistake

Chuckro's at class, so I was reading the new Audrey Niffenegger over dinner. I think that this was perhaps an error. I'd been planning on going back to novel revisions after dinner, but I'm having trouble actually making myself work now. I don't think I'll ever be able to write like her - three lines in, and her characters are people. While I'm not sure one of my characters is actually a person after a whole book. Sometimes reading a really well-written book makes me itch to try, and sometimes it just makes me despair - I'm not sure I could ever be that good no matter how much I try, so why am I doing this? I suppose I wish future me would come back and say "totally keep practicing, you'll get better" or "you're deluding yourself, go play Katamari instead". Since future me has not yet put in an appearance, I suppose I'll try to finish my clumsy effort at a chapter instead.