persistence
Aug 21, 2009
“I shall finish my story tomorrow or the day after, but not today, for it has exhausted me fiendishly towards the end.” – Chekhov

I keep telling myself this. Going over all the famous ‘How many houses turned down J.K. Rowling’ type stories I know. They all make me feel exactly zero percent better. Chocolate hasn’t even helped today. Neither did sweating it out at the gym. I’m thinking a burrito might be nice. Comfort food. With rice. Woody makes me feel some better. Feeds my ego if not my belly.
My brain hurts.
In other news, Wes Anderson is a bloody genius.