I awoke this morning and decided to write. So I went to my computer, surfed a little, then finally shut down Facebook and opened Google Docs. I went to my novel from NaNoWriMo that I hadn't opened since the beginning of November, and re-read it. I didn't like half of it. Now, instead of bothering to change it, I decided to keep trudging on, and go back to fix it later.
Then I tried to start the next chapter. I couldn't remember where I wanted to go with it, or what the story should be in the first place.
Why did I want to be a writer any way?
1.09.2011
Writing ain't easy.
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Because since then you've had two more great ideas for stories. And because you love books. I say don't get discouraged. Not everyone can pull what JK Rowling did on a napkin.
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