I wrote my end scene last night (technically six o'clock this morning.) The last word will be "home". And it totally gave me a revelation about what this book is REALLY about and... it just felt so perfect. I am in love with my story and I'm disappointed that I don't get to find out what happens next until I write it myself. I mean, I know what happens, because you have to know that to be a good writer, but it's getting there, and the bits in between the plot points. And just... writing the book I always wanted when I was younger.
And I wrote it on paper. And I had to stop after every line and readjust my fingers because my nails keep digging into my hand.
And now I have to transcribe five full handwritten pages, bleck. Plus another page for another part of the story.
All while dealing with intense self-doubt. I know this book is going to suck hardcore. Right now I just want to finish it and then later we'll talk about de-suckifying it.
Heh, this came out all WOE MY LIFE IS SO HARD, but really, my life is not hard. There are worse things than... your nails poking you and having to TYPE, OH THE HORRORS.
So... gonna work on that some more now. Kbye.
-1:45 AM
And I wrote it on paper. And I had to stop after every line and readjust my fingers because my nails keep digging into my hand.
And now I have to transcribe five full handwritten pages, bleck. Plus another page for another part of the story.
All while dealing with intense self-doubt. I know this book is going to suck hardcore. Right now I just want to finish it and then later we'll talk about de-suckifying it.
Heh, this came out all WOE MY LIFE IS SO HARD, but really, my life is not hard. There are worse things than... your nails poking you and having to TYPE, OH THE HORRORS.
So... gonna work on that some more now. Kbye.
-1:45 AM