Three days have gone by without working on my screen projects, and now I am stuggling mightily to begin.
The day is dawning cold and rainy, so I am with my laptop in bed, because shivering is not conducive to writing.
Should one’s job be this hard?
Does struggle add any kind of worth or meaning to endeavor?
Does it really not get any easier?
If I believed that would I be able to continue?