Not that many of you know what I'm talking about, but here it is:
How can I have written so much and feel like I've gone absolutely nowhere?
The magazine - what a drain. Fun, insightful and a prospective career move. But really, Jesus.
A two hundred page novel isn't very long, I could read it in about a day and a half. But to go about writing one? All those miserable literature classes with professors breaking down a story into a million pieces come to mind. Is it necessary? Do writers of great literature really think like that (but in reverse, constructing instead of deconstructing)?
Yeah, I guess they do. Balls.
But a blog? How much more redundant could writing possibly be?
And I think I busted my hand.
Carry on.
How can I have written so much and feel like I've gone absolutely nowhere?
The magazine - what a drain. Fun, insightful and a prospective career move. But really, Jesus.
A two hundred page novel isn't very long, I could read it in about a day and a half. But to go about writing one? All those miserable literature classes with professors breaking down a story into a million pieces come to mind. Is it necessary? Do writers of great literature really think like that (but in reverse, constructing instead of deconstructing)?
Yeah, I guess they do. Balls.
But a blog? How much more redundant could writing possibly be?
And I think I busted my hand.
Carry on.
east:
hello there.