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I had a nice phone call with Powers today. I'd sent him a copy of The Unstrung Harp which he'd never read before, and so he was calling to thank me, and we got to talking about our respective books. I told him that mine was finally moving, albeit slowly, and I was trying to keep my spirits up, even though my daily word count seemed so pitiful. "Although when I've done my daily session and I have only 100 words to show for it," I said ruefully, "if feels like I'm trying to bail the ocean out with a thimble."
"Nah," he said. "It's not that bad. It's just like trying to bail out a swimming pool with a thimble."
Wow, I guess that makes it seem better. Sorta.
"Nah," he said. "It's not that bad. It's just like trying to bail out a swimming pool with a thimble."
Wow, I guess that makes it seem better. Sorta.