November 30, 2021

My dear friend,

In less than a month, it's going to be cristhmas. I remember with a certain bitterness that in 2018 I had promised myself that I would end the year by saying "I wrote a book". And here we are, three years later, still in the same situation.

I'm not going to complain, after all, this week started really well. I wrote more than five pages today and yesterday, and although all of them will need to be modified and changed, I'm still glad because I'm feeling motivated and that's all I need.

I'm feeling like an excavator advancing over the terrain to be worked.

I have been writing even at dawn. The exhaustion of the daily work has not been enough to stop me from writing at least something when I get home. In those moments I write and nap at the same time, but it gives me satisfaction and again, that's all I need.

And I write!