And so it ends.
Hey, blog readers! Happy April 30th, my darlings. We made it. Now, as per my BEDA style, I'm going to tell you what I did today and whine about how my life is hard.
"I'm sad because my life is hard. And because I'm not even a real character." - The Oatmeal
I woke up feeling refreshed despite going to be late last night and waking up around seven. I went and ate breakfast, then went upstairs to get to work on my essay. I was minding my own business visiting all the sites I go to regularly when...
I got a virus.
I'm not even joking, if you were curious. I picked up a computer virus. It's like the universe was saying, "Since you're not going to get off the internet and write your essay, I'm going to force you off the internet to write your essay." I mean, I wrote my essay and I'm finally done with English challenge work, but it was not all fun and games.
Not wanting to screw up my computer further, I decided to get my dad to fix it. He was on his way to Boston. He said to run Malware Bytes, or whatever the hell that program is called. It wouldn't open. I ran Super Anti-Spyware instead, which boasts 'Getting rid of all the spyware, not just the easy ones!' Thirty minutes later, it wiped 86 files and restarted my computer. The malware messages continued. Finally, I did what my mom told me to. I called my cousins.
This probably should have been my first action, but it was 9 am when this started and I didn't want to bother them. Context: my uncle works with computers, and his son (my cousins) helps him a lot with his work. He tried to email me a file that would clean up the file (apparently it was a fraud, as I had begun to suspect as I tried to type my essay around all the warning messages. It wouldn't let me go on the internet aside from Gmail, and it kept trying to force me to download an anti-spyware thing that led me to believe it was a scam), but it wouldn't send. I borrowed my brother's computer (he gave it up willingly, to my surprise), downloaded what my cousin was trying to send, put it on a flash drive, moved it to my computer, and ran it.
It was fixed!
Later that day, I, being the idiot I am, went back to the site that I was on when the virus hacked my computer. The thing started getting slow, so I closed it like lightning and prayed. No virus. I went on it again a half hour ago, and the screen closed itself just like when the virus came. I restarted my computer immediately and I was safe. It could have just been the fact that I had been on the internet for hours that the browser closed, but I'm not taking any chances. I'm not going to Smartphowned for a long time, even though it's hilarious.
So that's my story. I thought I'd get more work done when everything cleared itself up around noon, but that was not to be had. Around 1:30, I consumed an entire frozen pizza (930 calories--"You wish you had the metabolism to eat this!"), and it was back to the computer. I did some work for my fanfic, but not much. I had to do a bunch of research in order to not be scientifically incorrect, and while it was interesting, it got tedious. Then I had to edit some plans I'd already written to switch in a different main character for an awesome plot idea I'd had. And that was pretty much my day. Oh, and I made some changes to my blog. Didja notice? XD
I'm going to go plan some more, and maybe do my independent reading write up. Starship tomorrow!
Wait, wait, wait. This is the last day of BEDA. I should say something.
Uh.
I guess I have mixed feelings on the whole thing. When I think about it, maybe it was fun. It was definitely a cool experience. It isn't like NaNoWriMo where I'm dying to participate again. But it wasn't a complete waste of my time. This isn't the sort of writing I usually do, so it was an interesting twist and a learning experience, I suppose.
See you all eventually~ XD
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Home Stretch
Something about a thing being almost over makes it more appealing. Well, maybe not more appealing. Just more tangible. I've wanted to quit BEDA plenty of times. Today being no exception. But the month is nearly over, and I just know that I can't quit now. Not only because I don't want to fail, but because it would be senseless. There are only two days left in April after today. I can stand that.
It was sort of like with NaNoWriMo. I competed the previous November for my first time, and I finished on the 26th. I still had time, but as soon as I neared 50,000 I couldn't think about anything but finishing. I sat for hours writing the last few thousand words because I was nearly done, and I wanted to be done. I wanted to brag about it and I wanted to have that accomplishment under my belt.
Obviously, writing 50,000 words in 30 days (and later revising to have a physical, self-published book at 13 years old) is a much bigger accomplishment than writing a half-ass blog every day of April. There are bigger writing feats to conquer. I mean, I'm proud that I didn't give up, but it isn't something I can brag about to my non-writing friends. Or even my writing friends.
For example, I found out a couple days ago that one of my friends on FFN has a story that has over 200,000 words (43 chapters, I believe) and 803 reviews. That is an accomplishment. If I could do that, I would be the happiest young writer in the world. Seriously. I made writing a successful fanfic my New Year's resolution. I dearly want to do it, even if I spend the rest of the year writing soul dry over fanfiction (aside from November, where I'll be novelling XD).
I get frustrated with FFN, I suppose. The reviews go to the half-baked stories that break the rules. For the Warriors section, Create-A-Cat fics. For Hunger Games, Submit Your Own Tribute stories. I've put a lot of hard work into my newest Warrior's stories, but my most popular story (aside from the rule-breaking one I took down with 50+ reviews) is, in my opinion, the worst writing I have up there. I think it could be because I used canon characters there, and Firestar was one of them, but my friend says her OC fics are more popular than her canon ones. So I don't know.
I'm sorry, this is all very rant-y and boring, I know. I lost my point long ago. Welcome to the home stretch of BEDA, I hope you've enjoyed your time here.
A quick note on the Sims: I haven't played since Saturday, but I do have something I forgot to tell you. I decided on a joking train of thought from my cousin that since Charleigh has a fear of getting married but I want to do more with her than just have woo-hoo and go to work, she will get pregnant with a pre-made Sim named Edward. Because, like, why not? XD I've tried once already, but it didn't work. I'll totally work on it the next time I play, though. :D
Alright, well, byeeee~
It was sort of like with NaNoWriMo. I competed the previous November for my first time, and I finished on the 26th. I still had time, but as soon as I neared 50,000 I couldn't think about anything but finishing. I sat for hours writing the last few thousand words because I was nearly done, and I wanted to be done. I wanted to brag about it and I wanted to have that accomplishment under my belt.
Obviously, writing 50,000 words in 30 days (and later revising to have a physical, self-published book at 13 years old) is a much bigger accomplishment than writing a half-ass blog every day of April. There are bigger writing feats to conquer. I mean, I'm proud that I didn't give up, but it isn't something I can brag about to my non-writing friends. Or even my writing friends.
For example, I found out a couple days ago that one of my friends on FFN has a story that has over 200,000 words (43 chapters, I believe) and 803 reviews. That is an accomplishment. If I could do that, I would be the happiest young writer in the world. Seriously. I made writing a successful fanfic my New Year's resolution. I dearly want to do it, even if I spend the rest of the year writing soul dry over fanfiction (aside from November, where I'll be novelling XD).
I get frustrated with FFN, I suppose. The reviews go to the half-baked stories that break the rules. For the Warriors section, Create-A-Cat fics. For Hunger Games, Submit Your Own Tribute stories. I've put a lot of hard work into my newest Warrior's stories, but my most popular story (aside from the rule-breaking one I took down with 50+ reviews) is, in my opinion, the worst writing I have up there. I think it could be because I used canon characters there, and Firestar was one of them, but my friend says her OC fics are more popular than her canon ones. So I don't know.
I'm sorry, this is all very rant-y and boring, I know. I lost my point long ago. Welcome to the home stretch of BEDA, I hope you've enjoyed your time here.
A quick note on the Sims: I haven't played since Saturday, but I do have something I forgot to tell you. I decided on a joking train of thought from my cousin that since Charleigh has a fear of getting married but I want to do more with her than just have woo-hoo and go to work, she will get pregnant with a pre-made Sim named Edward. Because, like, why not? XD I've tried once already, but it didn't work. I'll totally work on it the next time I play, though. :D
Alright, well, byeeee~
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
An Na and Publishing Angst
Before I start, I'm just confirming that it was definitely a glitch that decided it could claim my Sunday post was posted on Saturday. That post took me much longer to write than 60 seconds, Blogger. -.-
Today is a day where I find myself with nothing to say. I've never been fond of Tuesdays, and today certainly wasn't an exception. It was typical. Wake up, go to school, go to Drama club, go to piano, go home, do homework. With the added bonus of 'eat chocolate,' of course.
Well, one exciting thing did happen today.
An Na, the author of A Step From Heaven, the book we are reading in English, visited my school today. That was pretty cool. She read aloud the first chapter of the book as well as the climax. I have this thing where I love to hear books read aloud by their writer. I think it's because the book sounds so much more alive. No one but the writer can convey through voice how they wanted their book to sound. I didn't truly feel immersed in the book until An Na read it aloud. It was through her voice that I discovered Young Ju's voice, Young Ju's world.
It was a little bittersweet, though. This is the second author who has visited my school (the first being the author of Habibi). I always ask how they went about getting published, and I'm always discouraged by how easy it was for them. That sounds weird, but it's true. Naomi Shihab Nye sent in poetry to magazines that got published, and one thing led to another for her until Habibi was a reality. An Na's mentor in college sent A Step From Heaven to an editor she knew (Roald Dahl's editor), who loved it and offered to publish it.
Everything I read about publishing boasts of agents and rejection letters and more rejection letters and, oh yeah, rejection letters. The amount of trouble I've gone through looking for publishing companies that don't require agents is astonishing. I was looking at the Penguin Imprint Speak for a while for my first novel(la), but it just didn't really fit. So I don't know what to do.
Provided, I'm just a girl who's nearly fourteen. I'm not looking for a job. I have this feeling that writing will become my job as soon as I'm published. And I just don't have time. I'm starting high school in September. The last thing I need is an editor slamming me with deadlines on top of my teachers.
Before anyone mentions self-publishing, I'm halfway there for my first NaNovel. Amazon CreateSpace wants a lot of information I'm not sure if I'm willing to give out, plus I need to do a ton more editing and have some people read it to see if it's even good. A good number of people were egging me on to make it available on Amazon, but I just don't think it'll ever happen. Sorry, student body.
Well, that's my rant. I have reading to do and chocolate to eat. I'm a very important person. XD
Today is a day where I find myself with nothing to say. I've never been fond of Tuesdays, and today certainly wasn't an exception. It was typical. Wake up, go to school, go to Drama club, go to piano, go home, do homework. With the added bonus of 'eat chocolate,' of course.
Well, one exciting thing did happen today.
An Na, the author of A Step From Heaven, the book we are reading in English, visited my school today. That was pretty cool. She read aloud the first chapter of the book as well as the climax. I have this thing where I love to hear books read aloud by their writer. I think it's because the book sounds so much more alive. No one but the writer can convey through voice how they wanted their book to sound. I didn't truly feel immersed in the book until An Na read it aloud. It was through her voice that I discovered Young Ju's voice, Young Ju's world.
It was a little bittersweet, though. This is the second author who has visited my school (the first being the author of Habibi). I always ask how they went about getting published, and I'm always discouraged by how easy it was for them. That sounds weird, but it's true. Naomi Shihab Nye sent in poetry to magazines that got published, and one thing led to another for her until Habibi was a reality. An Na's mentor in college sent A Step From Heaven to an editor she knew (Roald Dahl's editor), who loved it and offered to publish it.
Everything I read about publishing boasts of agents and rejection letters and more rejection letters and, oh yeah, rejection letters. The amount of trouble I've gone through looking for publishing companies that don't require agents is astonishing. I was looking at the Penguin Imprint Speak for a while for my first novel(la), but it just didn't really fit. So I don't know what to do.
Provided, I'm just a girl who's nearly fourteen. I'm not looking for a job. I have this feeling that writing will become my job as soon as I'm published. And I just don't have time. I'm starting high school in September. The last thing I need is an editor slamming me with deadlines on top of my teachers.
Before anyone mentions self-publishing, I'm halfway there for my first NaNovel. Amazon CreateSpace wants a lot of information I'm not sure if I'm willing to give out, plus I need to do a ton more editing and have some people read it to see if it's even good. A good number of people were egging me on to make it available on Amazon, but I just don't think it'll ever happen. Sorry, student body.
Well, that's my rant. I have reading to do and chocolate to eat. I'm a very important person. XD
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Writer's Block and Childish Jealousy
It's funny, because I was planning to blog about writer's block before I saw the comment on my last post, and the two are sort of related.
But first, I can't get this song out of my head. I don't even watch that show! But I adore Neil Patrick Harris. :3
Okay, so.
I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned here that I love writing. Well, it might have been implied in the first post ever, I can't remember. But yeah. I like writing. This will come into play for both the topics I want to talk about today.
In addition to regular writing, I love fanfiction. I have an account on fanfiction(dot)net which I use daily. I'm a roleplaying nerd, plus I have a lot of friends there on regular chat forums. I also write my own fanfiction. But I haven't written anything in ages.
At the beginning of the year, I wrote down one of my New Year's resolutions of finishing the trilogy I started on that account. I'm halfway through the third fic. But I just can't bring myself to write. And now I'm addicted to Sims again, so I don't know how I'll ever do it. True, I have eight months left, but I have so many other long term projects I need to do. I have to study extra French to skip the 1B course, I have huge English projects due, I might go to Europe, then I start high school, and there's the Sims which will dominate the near future...
And when I sit down to write, nothing comes. I'll just go on Facebook and FFN, and three hours later I'll have a hundred words (blogging is easier for me than creative writing, if you didn't notice).
I do attend a Writing Club every Monday. That usually ends up being the only time I write aside from these blogs. Sometimes I get into a fanfiction mood and I'll post a few chapters, but yeah. I do roleplay daily, but it isn't the same thing for me.
This sort of ties into the childish jealously part of this blog post. Not really. But I'm using it as a segue anyway. There's a girl who writes poetry and posts it as notes on Facebook (she goes to my school). There are always comments upon comments about how powerful it is and how awesome she is, an apparently a family member is hooking up with a publisher and she's had tons of publishing chances before...
It just makes me feel worthless. I don't know why. I guess it's because I've always had a dream of being a published author. In 4th grade, I filled a binder with lined paper and penned down my first novel(la). Several edits later, it's finished. Sure, it'll probably rot in my harddrives, but I did it. It was officially finished about 14 months ago. Last November, I participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and won. I edited (badly) and got the proof copy. Sure, when I posted a picture of it on Facebook, it got nine likes and twenty positive comments, and people wanted to buy it (to which I said no because it needed more editing and Amazon wanted a ton of personal info to sell it), but somehow this just pales.
I'm a rather jealous type. Maybe it's a sin, but I've always wanted to stand out and be known. I don't want to be popular, because I'm a hipster douche, just noticed.
Buh.
I'm just going to move on to Sims. 0D
Ostacato got married! :D A day or two before he became an adult and I was desperate to find him a wife, Trista Shaw walked by. They became good enough friends, but she had to to leave before they could get married the first day. So I had him call her over the next day and chat it up. Finally, it was time to propose, and she said yes. But when I proposed marriage, she left him at the altar.
Not excited to replay their entire relationship from scratch, I was like, "Wait, I saved when they became best friends!"
So I exited the lot without saving and went back in time. This time made her move in first and then I saved when they got engaged. They woo-hoo'd, but then Trista rejected his marriage again. I logged out again and saved after they woo-hoo'd then made her propose, that bitch. Ostacato said yes.
Then came the pregnancy war. I always try to get the woman pregnant the first night, but it took Trista three nights and five total tries to get pregnant. This means the parents will be elders probably only a few days after the second child becomes a teen. Stressss.
At least raising the kids will be easy. With their current schedules (which will change because I want them to get promoted more), Trista leaves for work right when Ostacato comes back. But it doesn't matter even if they're gone at the same time, because Tessa and Jonathan have at least ten more days left in them, which is enough to be alive for the births of both children, and they'll probably pass around when the second child becomes a child. I'm hoping to have Trista be at the top of the Slacker career track by then so her hours will be very agreeable to not needing a nanny, but probably another job along the way to the top will be good enough.
Speaking of nannies, I hired a maid because I couldn't keep up with the cleaning and I was hoping to have her marry Ostacato if necessary. It wasn't, and now she comes every day anyway. It isn't expensive, and it gives my Sims more time to focus on their wants and needs.
One more thing. SICKNESS. I've never had a problem with sick Sims before. I've only ever had two Sims get sick before. But Ostacato has been sick five times. The first time it was with the flu. He got Charleigh sick and then got better, but Charleigh got him sick and then they got well together. Then he had two colds. Then he got the flu again, getting Tessa and Charleigh sick. And now he has another cold. Ugh.
I'm going to eat and then play more. Trista has one more day before giving birth. I think I'm going to name it Seth for a boy and Ann Marie for a girl.
OH. And I finally added windows to the house. It cost 4000, and they still had 9000 left. Now they're at around 11000. Jonathan can finish a painting about every two days, and they all see for around 500. Plus, Tessa finished a novel that sold for around 2500, and she's working on another that will probably be done right before she dies.
/actually leaving now
But first, I can't get this song out of my head. I don't even watch that show! But I adore Neil Patrick Harris. :3
Okay, so.
I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned here that I love writing. Well, it might have been implied in the first post ever, I can't remember. But yeah. I like writing. This will come into play for both the topics I want to talk about today.
In addition to regular writing, I love fanfiction. I have an account on fanfiction(dot)net which I use daily. I'm a roleplaying nerd, plus I have a lot of friends there on regular chat forums. I also write my own fanfiction. But I haven't written anything in ages.
At the beginning of the year, I wrote down one of my New Year's resolutions of finishing the trilogy I started on that account. I'm halfway through the third fic. But I just can't bring myself to write. And now I'm addicted to Sims again, so I don't know how I'll ever do it. True, I have eight months left, but I have so many other long term projects I need to do. I have to study extra French to skip the 1B course, I have huge English projects due, I might go to Europe, then I start high school, and there's the Sims which will dominate the near future...
And when I sit down to write, nothing comes. I'll just go on Facebook and FFN, and three hours later I'll have a hundred words (blogging is easier for me than creative writing, if you didn't notice).
I do attend a Writing Club every Monday. That usually ends up being the only time I write aside from these blogs. Sometimes I get into a fanfiction mood and I'll post a few chapters, but yeah. I do roleplay daily, but it isn't the same thing for me.
This sort of ties into the childish jealously part of this blog post. Not really. But I'm using it as a segue anyway. There's a girl who writes poetry and posts it as notes on Facebook (she goes to my school). There are always comments upon comments about how powerful it is and how awesome she is, an apparently a family member is hooking up with a publisher and she's had tons of publishing chances before...
It just makes me feel worthless. I don't know why. I guess it's because I've always had a dream of being a published author. In 4th grade, I filled a binder with lined paper and penned down my first novel(la). Several edits later, it's finished. Sure, it'll probably rot in my harddrives, but I did it. It was officially finished about 14 months ago. Last November, I participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and won. I edited (badly) and got the proof copy. Sure, when I posted a picture of it on Facebook, it got nine likes and twenty positive comments, and people wanted to buy it (to which I said no because it needed more editing and Amazon wanted a ton of personal info to sell it), but somehow this just pales.
I'm a rather jealous type. Maybe it's a sin, but I've always wanted to stand out and be known. I don't want to be popular, because I'm a hipster douche, just noticed.
Buh.
I'm just going to move on to Sims. 0D
Ostacato got married! :D A day or two before he became an adult and I was desperate to find him a wife, Trista Shaw walked by. They became good enough friends, but she had to to leave before they could get married the first day. So I had him call her over the next day and chat it up. Finally, it was time to propose, and she said yes. But when I proposed marriage, she left him at the altar.
Not excited to replay their entire relationship from scratch, I was like, "Wait, I saved when they became best friends!"
So I exited the lot without saving and went back in time. This time made her move in first and then I saved when they got engaged. They woo-hoo'd, but then Trista rejected his marriage again. I logged out again and saved after they woo-hoo'd then made her propose, that bitch. Ostacato said yes.
Then came the pregnancy war. I always try to get the woman pregnant the first night, but it took Trista three nights and five total tries to get pregnant. This means the parents will be elders probably only a few days after the second child becomes a teen. Stressss.
At least raising the kids will be easy. With their current schedules (which will change because I want them to get promoted more), Trista leaves for work right when Ostacato comes back. But it doesn't matter even if they're gone at the same time, because Tessa and Jonathan have at least ten more days left in them, which is enough to be alive for the births of both children, and they'll probably pass around when the second child becomes a child. I'm hoping to have Trista be at the top of the Slacker career track by then so her hours will be very agreeable to not needing a nanny, but probably another job along the way to the top will be good enough.
Speaking of nannies, I hired a maid because I couldn't keep up with the cleaning and I was hoping to have her marry Ostacato if necessary. It wasn't, and now she comes every day anyway. It isn't expensive, and it gives my Sims more time to focus on their wants and needs.
One more thing. SICKNESS. I've never had a problem with sick Sims before. I've only ever had two Sims get sick before. But Ostacato has been sick five times. The first time it was with the flu. He got Charleigh sick and then got better, but Charleigh got him sick and then they got well together. Then he had two colds. Then he got the flu again, getting Tessa and Charleigh sick. And now he has another cold. Ugh.
I'm going to eat and then play more. Trista has one more day before giving birth. I think I'm going to name it Seth for a boy and Ann Marie for a girl.
OH. And I finally added windows to the house. It cost 4000, and they still had 9000 left. Now they're at around 11000. Jonathan can finish a painting about every two days, and they all see for around 500. Plus, Tessa finished a novel that sold for around 2500, and she's working on another that will probably be done right before she dies.
/actually leaving now
Monday, April 4, 2011
Dreams and DFTBA
Last night, I had a lovely dream where I gained 22 followers and had more than fifty blog comments. Oh, subconscious.
Without further ado, as means of procrastination on my Algebra work, I give you a random post written in words starting with D, F, T, B, and A, in that order. Inspired by the song DFTBA by Hank Green (and nerdfightaria).
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Darling, frankly, time becomes arduous. Darting flashes trickle by and, darling, Freida, they boast autonomy. Don't fleetingly tell Beth about Derek's facetious terminology because a doting father told by Aaron declared fickle-y. Time becomes ample deteriorated for tiny bothers. Along daring, fufilling trails, babes allure devilmently, finding that boys assail dreadfully for them. But a darling fille, thinker be as...thou...art...
--
Okay, so I couldn't do it. ._. I mean, it's really hard; you try! It might have been easier if I hadn't demanded the letters in order...
Well, until tomorrow my invisible followers.
Without further ado, as means of procrastination on my Algebra work, I give you a random post written in words starting with D, F, T, B, and A, in that order. Inspired by the song DFTBA by Hank Green (and nerdfightaria).
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Darling, frankly, time becomes arduous. Darting flashes trickle by and, darling, Freida, they boast autonomy. Don't fleetingly tell Beth about Derek's facetious terminology because a doting father told by Aaron declared fickle-y. Time becomes ample deteriorated for tiny bothers. Along daring, fufilling trails, babes allure devilmently, finding that boys assail dreadfully for them. But a darling fille, thinker be as...thou...art...
--
Okay, so I couldn't do it. ._. I mean, it's really hard; you try! It might have been easier if I hadn't demanded the letters in order...
Well, until tomorrow my invisible followers.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
For the Lulz, I Guess
I've never been good at a lot of things.
The main thing that comes to mind when I say this is my commitments to writing. I like writing. It's something I've liked from the moment I snapped out of the stage when everyone wants to be a princess or a veterinarian. But writing isn't easy; that's something I've learned through doing it.
I guess it's something that everyone learns if they choose to like writing. It's a tough thing to learn and it can hold a lot of tears. At first everything is easy. You can type up some crap without editing and publish it to the internet. However, everything seems to fall apart the moment someone sets you straight. A lot of people never learn, but some do. Some learn that writing takes time. That writing takes effort, and writing takes commitment.
I've been set straight about writing crap, but now that I have it's harder to keep on writing. I post a multi-chap on FanFiction dot net that requires a half a year of hiatus before I can write the second half, if it gets finished at all. And since age four I've had trouble keep a journal, writing a couple entries before taking a three month break.
So, after this, obviously the right move is to start a blog. No, I'm not serious, but I figured I might as well try this out. I can procrastinate on the story I currently have minimized, at the very least.
If anyone reads this, cool. If they don't, well, still cool. At least I'll have another thing to look at in a few years and laugh at the things I wrote.
The main thing that comes to mind when I say this is my commitments to writing. I like writing. It's something I've liked from the moment I snapped out of the stage when everyone wants to be a princess or a veterinarian. But writing isn't easy; that's something I've learned through doing it.
I guess it's something that everyone learns if they choose to like writing. It's a tough thing to learn and it can hold a lot of tears. At first everything is easy. You can type up some crap without editing and publish it to the internet. However, everything seems to fall apart the moment someone sets you straight. A lot of people never learn, but some do. Some learn that writing takes time. That writing takes effort, and writing takes commitment.
I've been set straight about writing crap, but now that I have it's harder to keep on writing. I post a multi-chap on FanFiction dot net that requires a half a year of hiatus before I can write the second half, if it gets finished at all. And since age four I've had trouble keep a journal, writing a couple entries before taking a three month break.
So, after this, obviously the right move is to start a blog. No, I'm not serious, but I figured I might as well try this out. I can procrastinate on the story I currently have minimized, at the very least.
If anyone reads this, cool. If they don't, well, still cool. At least I'll have another thing to look at in a few years and laugh at the things I wrote.
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