Part Of My Mind Is Working On

I Attempt All Day, At Work, Not To Think About What Lies Ahead, But This Costs Me So Much Effort That There Is Nothing Left For My Work. I Handle Telephone Calls So Badly That After A While The Switchboard Operator Refuses To Connect Me. So I Had Better Say To Myself, Go Ahead And Polish The Silverware Beautifully, Then Lay It Out Ready On The Sideboard And Be Done With It. Because I Polish It In My Mind All Day Long—this Is What Torments Me (and Doesn't Clean The Silver).

No One Is Calling Me. I Can’t Check The Answering Machine Because I Have Been Here All This Time. If I Go Out, Someone May Call While I’m Out. Then I Can Check The Answering Machine When I Come Back In.

I Think The Close Work I Do As A Translator Pays Off In My Writing - I'm Always Searching For Multiple Ways To Say Things.

I Would Recommend, Definitely, Developing A 'day Job' That You Like - Don't Expect To Make Money Writing!

Maybe The Truth Does Not Matter, But I Want To Know It If Only So That I Can Come To Some Conclusions About Such Questions As: Whether He Is Angry With Me Or Not; If He Is, Then How Angry; Whether He Still Loves Me Or Not; If He Does, Then How Much; Whether He Loves Me Or Not; How Much; How Capable He Is Of Deceiving Me In The Act And After The Act In The Telling.