It's currently 10:00 PM, Pacific time as I start writing this journal entry.
I have exactly 333 words written for my new fic project, which I began about two days ago. There's something seriously wrong here. School hasn't even started for me yet. 333 words? Only? This is why I can never become a novelist. It's kind of funny though because I really
want to write this story. I want to get it down on paper/Word. I want to see the plot play out successfully. I want the characters to come
alive. Maybe I can't write because I want it so badly? Does that even make sense?
I feel restless. Paralyzed.
Sadly, because of my need to surprise
thelovelight with my stories, I refuse to talk to her about them. Otherwise she'd be the first person I go to to complain about plot related stuff. xD
...I keep digging the hole deeper it seems.
On that note, I have a love-hate relationship with my English major. It has ruined me.
Peace out, yo.