I will admit that I thought today was Saturday. I didn’t sleep well. My partner and I woke in the middle of the night to a cat crying. We got up to make sure our cat hadn’t gotten out and was crying at the front door, but she was sitting near our doorway, staring out in the hallway. There wasn’t a cat outside we could see, and we didn’t hear it crying anymore, but it was so eerie that we didn’t check the front door either. I spent hours just creeped out by it, thinking about all of those nightmarish stories that I used to listen to and became super paranoid, both about nightmares in the real world and the supernatural world. I kept half-expecting to see some humanoid figure crawling through my window (which is right above where we sleep) whilst meowing. Yeah … no thank you.

These past few days I’ve been doing a lot of editing, preparing a manuscript for my partner to read. Yes! I’ve been editing so I can let someone read my work! It is a miracle. I’m hoping to finish this edit by the end of next week so that it’s ready to go. I’m almost halfway through it. It’s interesting to see how my editing/proofing skills have improved as well.

I’ve spent some time this week going through the familiar motions of “maybe I’m not a good writer at all … maybe I should just give up”. But after talking it through with my partner, I’ve perked up. I don’t think I’m an amazing writer, but I like to think that I’m good enough that my writing is worth reading. And that’s what’s spurring me at the moment.