What’s wrong with my work…

And then there are the days when you find clear, coher­ent cri­tiques of what you’re attempt­ing, and you think, yes, these are exactly the doubts I have about my work, exactly the quer­ies that arise, exactly what I mean when I say: is what I’m doing...

Unbelievable

““We had no sup­port, no train­ing what­so­ever, and I kept asking my chain of com­mand for cer­tain things, rules and reg­u­la­tions, and it just wasn’t hap­pen­ing,” Ser­geant Fre­d­er­ick said.” (The Age, today) Yeah, because you need someone else to tell...

Brain hurts; word count unchanged

Sheesh. I’ve moved para­graphs around, rewrit­ten things, deleted duplic­a­tions and added a bunch of new quer­ies. I know it’ll be better, but because I didn’t actu­ally advance at all today (build in any of the other new mater­ial I have or read...