Today's novel progress 740 words.
I've been thinking about what I said yesterday, and then it hit me: I know life is beautiful, and we should be thankful, etc. etc. etc. But with so many people in therapy and taking medication, or committing suicide, or self-medicating themselves with (illegal) drugs, alcohol, food, sex, etc., or needing to constantly distract themselves with games, books, television, the internet, or whatever - surely there must be something really, really wrong with this thing we call life. If only I had it in me to be truly zen, to not want anything, to just live in the present and not worry about the past or the fututre, to just accept that everything is just the way it's supposed to be, and that nothing should be any other way.
Happy birthday to me tomorrow!