Always a battle between these two. Someone told me that you have to listen to the unconscious. Working on that, but what do you do when it is late to the party? I suppose it ends in pain. Seems it ends that way either way.
A fitting x-mas eve for this very long year. I'll be flying solo. It was 23 years ago tonight that one chapter crashed and the next barely began. These days it feels like it is a new chapter every session, or every day. More like free verse than a novel. I don't know. Can't really take much more. But I'm still battling.
