Things that got me through this week.

February, I thought you'd never come.

“To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in his life except the impulse to simply soldier on.”

Trudging forward with my draft.

Much like Chaucer I simply have to just soldier on sometimes with this draft. Writing became actual work this week; I wasn’t in the mood. I was uninspired and weary. Bit whiney if I…