These past four to five nights were surprisingly early risers, but alas, when it came to my memoirs, were left squandered in some way. Today was no different. But like the rest of these wasted wanting days, it had its own little spin on unfruitfulness.
The neighbors never drove me crazy with their “settlers” like noise but even with the calm, the writer was finding it hard to prosper. Nevertheless, it was a constructive day, and work on my memoirs was a prime mover through the morning hours.
Digging Deep To Overcome Diary Backlog
I remember waking up very early just to tackle backlog, and it worked. The results may not be visible but those hours were all spent paving the way for another entry. They were the crucial moments that helped the writer find his feet again, like taking a long break from work and coming back to remind yourself how it was all done.
There was some progress here and there but at most, it was a barren, workless week. Today was the sigh of relief that done away with my off-putting fears. My memoirs may have seemed like a mess of words, and the writer may have been reluctant to start not knowing where to begin, but finally, on this day, where on others he would have felt doomed with intimidation, he dug deep and pulled out an encouraging result.
Were it the foolhardy writer of some months back, his deep-ended tactics would have been certain cause for recession.
Not so this time around. He was careful not to let his headlong aggression disturb natural progress. He knew the pitfalls and was in no rush to unsteady progress. He was patient, like an experienced man with a virgin in his bed. Anything drastic or too much pressure would have certainly upset the night.
Emails Regarding Domain Name Delegation
Anyway, that was today, some work on my memoirs, a break here and there, and then at the end of it, some inroads for the writer to do as he pleased.
The rest of today was the same, some work on my site, answering some emails about delegation, and finally a breather watching television when no one was online.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
