Hanging Around

Formentera, November 2020

End of november and still hanging around in t-shirt. Can‘t believe I had not thought about coming back much earlier to this paradise.
And so it is even more difficult to be disciplined enough to get back to work. Going through some days of crisis when not doing enough for the book’s manuscript as I have received so many corrections from the publisher to be done. Damn. This bloody birth of baby book hurts. And itches. Am I really doing the right thing? Its not my vocation to write, for sure. Never done it before. Makes me feel like Sysiphos, rolling that heavy stone up the mountain without succes as it always falls back down on my feet, all the way down the mountain.
Dispair. Well, I guess that is totally normal, right?

Today, I specially had a bad day filled with doubt. I feel useless and crippled. Get distracted by chatting to people, going out for dinners and drinking too much wine. Shit. Where is that discipline? I am a looser.

Try to erase those thoughts and hang loose in the cave. Deborah meanwhile is receiving guitar classes by our portuguese friend Nuno, the musician.

Tomorrow is another day. Will give it another go.