I hate writing for one big reason. It’s hard to look back at old work without wanting to change everything in it.
I’ve been re-reading Freak with a Blue Mask to get back into the idea for the third, and final, book. But I can’t help but want to just strip each sentence and change it into basically a totally different story, that still follows the same idea.
I hated the love-sick Ben parts, cringed at Turning Jack into a “Big Brother”, and basically cried when I read through the end part for book two.
I want to change it all, but don’t have the time nor mindset or patience to actually do it.
Sorry, just a small rant about how I hate my old writing and envy everyone who liked it. I feel terrible it’s so bad. It’s not just those books either, it’s all my stories, they make no sense, or don’t explain enough.
Ugh, I’m kinda tired :P