journal entry #1998

Holy Monday. And here I am, just feeling tired since we just finished making the second batch of ice candy for today. I never thought we'd have to make two batches of it in one day, though. But hey, we made it.

So... I managed to start writing Chapter 3 of HFLM. But I barely even filled up one page, if I'm being honest. And I only managed to write it while I was in a jeepney, waiting for it to finally move. I don't know why I didn't get to continue writing anything more than that. I wrote 173 words today, just to let you know. Less than what I intended, sure. But like what I kept on saying, a progress is a progress. I shouldn't be demeaning myself even more because of the less than expected result of an effort.

I went out today to buy the remaining ingredients for the ice candy that we made tonight. I'd rather not complain even more about the hot weather again. I'll be complaining about it until the hot season is over, anyway.

For some reason, I ended up cutting the loose paper leaves that I still keep in half. Yup, just me doing something weird just so I could consistently write every day and fill up a page. Gosh! I should really do something about this weird way my mind would work in an attempt to be productive daily when it comes to my writings and all that. I don't want to beat myself up even more because of my inability to hold myself accountable for neglecting to finish the stories I started writing.