Today I slept in. The Magenpie didn't come. And I heard no signs to suggest that Tetskaja did either.
In truth I have been very depressed. I spent the whole day in my room staring out the window at a brick wall.
I think the lock down might be affecting me.
I sent the first third of my book to a couple of wise owls a month ago. They are busy people. But not hearing anything back. It plays on my mind. I've gradually persuaded myself its crap and stopped writing. Thus I am bored and apathetic.
It was keeping me going.
By the evening I knew I had to do something. So I started writing something new. Just a poem. I hadn't written any poems since school until about a week ago. People gave nice comments and were helpful. I fear I didn't quite know how to react. I had only done it on a whim and not taken it too seriously. Whilst I was polite and thankful in my comments, I might have been a bit - well I didn't quite know how to react. I've decided to take this poem more seriously. Maybe not seriously for I rarely take anything seriously, but put a bit more thought into it. I don't know.
That's all for today P