The second written was done, probably. Sometimes it happens to me that I begin with a clear plan in my head, but go astray as I write on, slowly but steadily, and it's too late when I notice my mistake. This is exactly what I experienced from last night to this morning. I am now wondering what was wrong. Probably it's because I tried to incorporate something undeveloped and underdeveloped. At some moments I was proud of doing something very daring, but the end result is not as glorious as my writing experience was. That's monstrous and miserable...Anyway! I'm too tired to reflect on this anymore. It's better to forget. So, I'll take a rest or a short sleep, and if I'm good enough tonight, then I'll start rereading Zola's Débâcle. Ah! ce qui est une débâcle, c'est moi!
