I couldn’t face him though. He could be the only reason I’m still writing. I wanted to stop but I was scared. Maybe I was scared of him, or maybe just too frightened to face the reality of what happened. There was no way he would just accept that I had been ignoring my only priority for 9 months. Or maybe he could, he never really believed in me, always calling me telling me to get back to work. So sure of himself that he knew what I was doing and how I should do it. I was starving myself because I was glued to my computer and i couldn’t get my thoughts onto paper and I wouldn’t allow myself to move from my computer with a blank mind, with a mind that was stuck on one thought. The only thought in my head since my last piece of trash was released. I wish it had never happened
The way i work is I get the idea down and make a draft of the chapter then i revise and add detail.
So unfortunately I haven't added detail yet and that it why it's kind of plain right now!
Trust me it will be alot better when it's done :)
The way i work is I get the idea down and make a draft of the chapter then i revise and add detail.
So unfortunately I haven't added detail yet and that it why it's kind of plain right now!
Trust me it will be alot better when it's done :)
