diary / by Edward Mullany


The book I’ve been writing has not been going well, so I’ve considered giving it up, and leaving it in the condition in which it is, by which I mean saving it as a file that I’ll no longer open, and beginning something new, though I’ll still be aware of its existence, and will want, at times, to return to it, and may even continue it at a later date, and finish it, though it’s also possible that I’ll forget about it altogether, so that it’ll remain on my computer, or somewhere in the cloud, for the rest of my days, and even, I suppose, after my days are over.