Just finished a story which was big and difficult and is good. The story, and also finishing.

Feeling peevish and like where the story was now there's a sort of sucking wound, and feeling irritated with myself that it's that way.

Two hockey games back to back yesterday. Played all out in both of them, which was exhausting but good. More shots on goal, building up that sense of being a real forward, not just adjunct. But still not quite wholly there.
- posted by Kate @ 12:02 PM