You know those moments when you throw yourself into a story knowing completely jackshit about what your doing, coming up with some vague dialogue and plot, when halfway through you take a break.
Then you decide to reread your story and your left speechless.
About how bad it is.
Truly truly bad.
Then you try to come up with new chapters but having no inspiration you decide to go on another long break.
Then you come back and having one of your best ideas you put the poopy book on a hiatus.
You eventually have a really good idea for another book.
This time you don't want to be an idiot so like a true writer you decide to plan it.
Writing is hard.
YOU ARE READING
Rants and maybe some poetic thoughts. You never know.
HumorA book Made up of rants and thoughts.
