The book.

Dec 15, 2007 14:17

I've written 4,000+ words over the weekend.  Pretty good considering the constant interruptions and that whenever I decide to take a break, Eric is right there to capitalize on it therefore ensuring that ideas escape my head.

It's all good though.  I'm not really trying to get published.  I think it would be cool but the thought of people reading the type of book I'm in the beginning of writing is quite disturbing, to say the least.

I think I've got down how to describe scenery and other things, but I'm not real sure how to go about conversations.  We'll see.

Sigh--for some reason I'm not excited about it anymore.  I think the story could be hot.  But I'm just...not excited about it anymore.  Maybe having one of those bad moods just hanging over me isn't real helpful.

I'll just say that once you think your problems are all fixed or on the process of being mended, people tend to find something else to chew at.  It's quite annoying.  Almost like making me think, "Get a life".  But I know I'll be accused of just not understanding, so I'll give it my best shot.

novel, dark moods

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