Abandoned

Yeah, yeah I know. I abandoned you guys. But hey, I have an excuse!

No. No I don't. Other than I'm lazy, and was putting off writing all together. Which, in my book, is a completely valid excuse. And your arguments don't apply.

I SAID STOP ARGUING!

Alright, now that that's done, lets get on with our new post, okay children?

Okay I'm sorry for sounding condescending. I've been really tense lately with all my chores and responsibility, and my annoyance at interruptions from my writing, as well as my writing actually. I've decided to put my ms on the shelf for the time and work on my other one. So I'm working on the plot line and everything.

I never really thought writing was hard. I would always say, oh the words just come out. But now, starting to dive into the real world of writing, I'm getting cold feet. I'm even more harsh on my writing, and I tear myself down all the time. Writing can suck. It can be wonderful, exciting, empowering, but it can also be saddening, discouraging, and maddening. It's a hard art to master, and an even harder one to breakthrough. Art is just as bad, but at least you can become a famous artist after you die. When you write a book, if it gets past publishing, the chances of becoming famous after death is slim to none. More likely none.

But I don't want to discourage anyone. I love writing, and could never give it up. What can I say? I'm a masochist. Writers by definition are masochists.

-Jessie