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auntbijouI wrote fifteen pages today. I mean, I was just flying, it was flowing, I was in this wonderful writing frenzy, and when I stopped, I read it over.
It was crap. Complete, and total crap.
Fifteen pages, 7950 words worth of utter, useless crap.
*head-desk*
It's very frustrating. I know part of it is that I'm not feeling all that great, but you know, these characters have been living in my head for well over a year now, and I know them so well that it's easy to get side-tracked onto tangents that really don't matter to the main story. I mean, they might make great short stories to sort of fill in gaps, but... right now, it's just so much... clutter.
Fifteen pages. *weeps* I had to delete fifteen pages, and start all over again.
Why'm I doin' this again??
It was crap. Complete, and total crap.
Fifteen pages, 7950 words worth of utter, useless crap.
*head-desk*
It's very frustrating. I know part of it is that I'm not feeling all that great, but you know, these characters have been living in my head for well over a year now, and I know them so well that it's easy to get side-tracked onto tangents that really don't matter to the main story. I mean, they might make great short stories to sort of fill in gaps, but... right now, it's just so much... clutter.
Fifteen pages. *weeps* I had to delete fifteen pages, and start all over again.
Why'm I doin' this again??
