I’m tired and sick after writing and drinking tremendous amounts of caffeine this weekend. After writing today and posting, I felt terribly sick. My failure was palpable. I don’t know what failure should taste so bad, but it does. Now I’ve somewhat recovered. Hopefully it’s enough to continue writing tomorrow evening….

I’m calmer now. It was an awe-inspiring weekend. I didn’t think I could do what I did. I just wish I didn’t feel so down when I finished. How am I supposed to write for a living if I fight through these types of depressed feelings?