Title: Undecided. Status: Incomplete.

I'm five thousand eight hundred words below the par word count.

So do I give up or gather the shreds of my willpower and complete the damn story?

Hmm.

Katze

Hope

It's probably fitting for me to follow up a blog post on how I hate myself and my writing, my life etc. etc. with a blog post on hope.

I'm feeling hopeful.

I wrote around 4,000 words yesterday. They were doubtless not some of my best words, and I know I'll have to rewrite and rewrite until I go insane, but somehow, I'm more hopeful about this story now. I don't know if it'll be any good, or even if I'll want to rewrite it after I finish the first draft: but something in me says:

COMPLETE IT. One way or the other, finish it, and we'll see what happens in the end. Hopefully something good will come out of it.

I really, really believe this, and that's all I have to hold on to.

My goal for today: 13,295 words. :D That is a lot, considering my word count is around 6,000 at the time of writing this blog post. But I'm going to make it interesting somehow. And I will COMPLETE IT.

Katze

Fear and Doubt

"We walk away from our dreams afraid we may fail, or worse yet, afraid we may succeed."

So, about writing. It's come to this again. Of course I'm plagued with self-doubt, isn't everyone? Or maybe it's just me. I don't know if I'll do something meaningful with my life, or even if I'll make a living doing something that I love.

Maybe I shouldn't be throwing these fits and just put my head down and my tail between my legs and get on with whatever I've started. Maybe.

And maybe I should take a little leap of faith, and see what pans out.

I don't have the strength to do that. Not yet.

I'm writing a book. Again. I will finish this one, even if I take my own sweet time about it. After all, I know where to find the write or die site, and I can force myself to meet these characters. Eventually they will be good friends of mine. I wouldn't know until I try, right?

Katze.