I’m up to my old tricks again. Writing, re-writing, adding, and then writing more, and re-writing more and adding more. How can something that is only 14 pages thus far seem like a damn novel?! It feels like I’m running in place. I want it to be right, and I want it to be genuine. I’m not sure if I will ever get there. Maybe this will never get done. Sometimes I read stuff back and think, “Garbage!!!” And sometimes I want to just wipe it all clean and try to think of a new story to tell. But I’ve already put so much time and thought and energy into THIS story, so my brain won’t let me ditch it quite yet.
End of rant.
DIVERSEHARMONY 