I feel like I’m going nuts. I don’t feel like I’ve done any kind of writing worth mentioning – not even here on the blog aside from my weekly scheduled posts like the Mood Tracker and the Chaos Rally. I don’t count that as writing exactly. Certainly not creative writing.
As for sharing what’s going on in my personal life, it’s just been broad general strokes. Life feels more or less boring since we’ve really started to settle in over here at my parents’ house. I can’t believe I’m even complaining about that and it’s asking for trouble. Seriously though I feel like I have nothing to write about other than not having anything to write about. It’s frustrating.
So while I wait on my brother to finish reading the vomit draft of the first book, my brain is insisting on developing ideas for another book. I don’t know if I should start working on that or work on something else or just what. I want to be writing and it feels weird again to not be writing.
My brother is still reading my vomit draft. He has shared with me only one thought so far after he got 30 pages in and that was, unsurprisingly, that I could add more detail and expand the scenes more. In particular he felt that the first scene where the soul eater brood is introduced was somewhat confusing in places.
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