When I was seventeen I said if I hadn't finished my first book by thirty I would overdose. Now that seems like a very lofty goal, as I have less than 6 months and only 40,000 words.
Perhaps I was expecting too much from myself. Or maybe just forgot that I'm lazy.
Writer's block is real, and it's deep and dark and horrible. Joyce Carol Oates can bite my unproductive ass.
1 comment:
i say keep writing something i like that your writing here. away from facebook and tetris.
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