So, a cool thing happened today. I was working on the story I wrote about earlier this month, and making some of the changes I wrote about making, and I realised I was having a pretty good time doing it.

The changes seem to be pushing the story in the right direction, and for the first time in a few weeks I felt like I wasn’t simply writing for the sake of writing: I was writing something that might possibly end up worth reading.

I’m sure it’ll take me many more weeks to maintain sufficient motivation and enthusiasm to get this one over the finishing line, but it’s good to know that the spark is still in there somewhere.