Why do I do this to myself?
I have never made an attempt to publish a damned thing, and yet here I am, sitting in front of my laptop, trying to get into writing. I’m going through some of my old writings, hoping to finish a few of my projects, and maybe find something worth completing. I want to publish something. It’s my life’s goal.
So I pulled up a novel I had started years ago and began reading. I think it holds promise, but it needs to be finished. The novel itself it based off a short story I wrote back when I went back to college in 2013. Harvest Moon is about a girl, who after the murder of a boy she was dating, is called back by his spirit to join her in the afterlife.
It’s a lot harder to write an entire novel around a short…
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