Writing novels should be forbiden by law. At least the ones under 50000 words.
I am bloody angry right now.
But I'm also on my period so I think that explains a lot, no? I had my b-day a few days ago (Fourth of April(4.4.)), and had so much of fun, drink, laughter, drink, tears, drink, presents, drink, love, drink, music, drink... Did I mention drink?
Actually I'm kidding. I didn't drink so much. Maybe a few drinks all in all, because I simply cannot get nearly as drunk as I'd like to sometimes. The loo is at fault at that. My body hates having too much water in it. Darn.
Got some lovely books as presents though, such as "Spirits of the Dead" by E.A. Poe which I have already eaten mostly, and "Septimus Heap" (still have to read it). I also got some movies, "The Girl with the Pearl Earring", which I think could have been done better, because I have seen better, but baby, Colin Firth is the man, "Howl's Moving Castle" is finally mine, mine, mine!!! and of course "Hero" - I'm so in love with that movie it's scary even to me.
Wrote a bit in the last few days too, although I didn't work on my book because I .. Simply didn't. I still hate everything about it that I said before and I'm not coming near it for quite some time in the future. Am, though, working on my short novels, stories, whatever - but still - it's hard when you have certain boundaries while writing. Each novels has to be over 10 pages, but not over 30, and it has to have a beginning, middle and the end, which totally creeps me out.
I can't for the life of me stay in those lines of writing, which makes me a freak half to the time and a ball of anger the other half of the time.
Any kind of writing should be forbidden by law. ANY. Seriously.
It just damages your health. Trust me.
But I'm also on my period so I think that explains a lot, no? I had my b-day a few days ago (Fourth of April(4.4.)), and had so much of fun, drink, laughter, drink, tears, drink, presents, drink, love, drink, music, drink... Did I mention drink?
Actually I'm kidding. I didn't drink so much. Maybe a few drinks all in all, because I simply cannot get nearly as drunk as I'd like to sometimes. The loo is at fault at that. My body hates having too much water in it. Darn.
Got some lovely books as presents though, such as "Spirits of the Dead" by E.A. Poe which I have already eaten mostly, and "Septimus Heap" (still have to read it). I also got some movies, "The Girl with the Pearl Earring", which I think could have been done better, because I have seen better, but baby, Colin Firth is the man, "Howl's Moving Castle" is finally mine, mine, mine!!! and of course "Hero" - I'm so in love with that movie it's scary even to me.
Wrote a bit in the last few days too, although I didn't work on my book because I .. Simply didn't. I still hate everything about it that I said before and I'm not coming near it for quite some time in the future. Am, though, working on my short novels, stories, whatever - but still - it's hard when you have certain boundaries while writing. Each novels has to be over 10 pages, but not over 30, and it has to have a beginning, middle and the end, which totally creeps me out.
I can't for the life of me stay in those lines of writing, which makes me a freak half to the time and a ball of anger the other half of the time.
Any kind of writing should be forbidden by law. ANY. Seriously.
It just damages your health. Trust me.