Sometimes, when writing a book, after proudly looking onto your work, you become rather crestfallen when you realize how awful it is. So, you simmer in denial for 2 weeks, until painful realizing that your 15,000+ words are utter rubbish, and must be rewritten.
Sometimes, I hate writing.
Yet, I keep doing it. Why? Because I LURVE IT! Duh. Stupid question. Why’d you even ask?!
So, I’m stuffing my document in the back recesses of my computer, pondering on what needs changing, and doing a complete rewrite on the 1/4 of my story that I have so far.
At least it’s comforting that it’s all for the better, and that my story will only end up better. I just hope that I don’t have to do very many more rewrites! xP
Thanks for reading my rambling!
-Kyr
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