Well it ain't folks.
Writing is hard. So hard that many times a day I stop and think, what the hell am I doing? No seriously. I do. Because I didn't go to writing school. I love run on sentences and I rarely put commas where I should. Like, here,
And sometimes I use the wrong use of a word! Like passed/past. I really hate those words. What is the difference already!!? Explain it to me.
I dare you.
But I love telling stories. For as long as I can remember I've been making things up in my head to keep myself entertained.
So right now I'm rewriting a book I really believe in. For the hundredth time. No joke.
And it's really really difficult. And then sometimes it's not.
And I'm going to keep trying, even though occasionally I think I'm crazy for attempting this whole writing thing. Crazy to even put myself out there.
But I am. Because I love it. I do. And that's why I stay up late writing when it would be so easy to watch another Veronica Mars episode or, you know, go to sleep like a normal person should.
I have to keep trying.
I believe in you, book one! I really really do!!