Lovely morning. Blue skies, a scattering of high white clouds, and fresh coffee on the porch swing. Wrote till noon. Discovered reason for hope in an old draft.
Strange what time off will do to one’s perception of a piece. Opened four different unfinished stories with the intent of making a few quick edits on each, but found enough promise in the first that I decided to ride it the entire morning.
Never stop trying. That’s the biggest, most important point. Never stop trying to improve your craft. Read more. Reach further. Write decisively, and trust in the skills you already possess. The only things a writer can’t afford to waste are words and time.