Slow

Some projects seem to move much more quickly than others, the work so captivating that I'll lose all track of time. The book I've been working on today, however, was not one of them. It was a struggle, an uphill climb to finish.

It's ironic, really. This was an unusually simple book (a collection of fiction, with annotations by the author), with only a few illustrations. But the illustrations were virtually all of very poor quality, beset with scratches and damage, and there wasn't much I could do to improve them. This exhausted whatever enthusiasm I might have had, and I found myself eager for even the slightest distraction.