Started the 3rd draft of my novel today. i hate it, it's like visiting an old friend out of a sense of obligation. you know there's no more to say, there'll be no new stories - just the same old stories told like you haven't heard them before, maybe better through the sheer act of repetition, but still the same.
And worse, you'll get half way through telling one of your own, and recognise the glazed expression staring back at you with an eyes-only smile.
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Still, the day is not all bad. i found Sophie's new set - a true, gen-u- ine goddess, i urge you to view it instantly. and...sigh.
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there is a spider in my bath. He uses my shampoo and taunts me, knowing he's far too big to meddle with. Damn that I didn't buy the cups of sizable girth!!
soon he'll be inviting friends over.
And worse, you'll get half way through telling one of your own, and recognise the glazed expression staring back at you with an eyes-only smile.
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Still, the day is not all bad. i found Sophie's new set - a true, gen-u- ine goddess, i urge you to view it instantly. and...sigh.
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there is a spider in my bath. He uses my shampoo and taunts me, knowing he's far too big to meddle with. Damn that I didn't buy the cups of sizable girth!!
soon he'll be inviting friends over.
i have mixed emotions about spiders. i admire them as creatures from afar, but up close, they kinda scare me.
do it. keep at that novel. you're awesome for giving it a shot, and sticking with it. i am very very impressed.
and thank you so much for the plug on your page! i'm delighted! if i am ever in new zealand, i will very definitely look you up and ask you to show me around. man, that would be rad.
this may make most humbling moment