I’m not getting any younger. Come Wednesday, I’ll be another year older, and I can feel the years creeping up on me. It’s not entirely unpleasant, except I’m not as limber and agile as I once was. Also my sight isn’t what it used to be. Also I ache more. I don’t seem to bounce […]
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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I don’t write as much as I used to, but I still feel the pull. I’m currently working on a Nanowrimo project from several years ago. I have a lot of work to correct some issues before I continue, but I’ll get there.