Every Day is Exactly the Same
Wednesday, November 26th, 2008I’ve been having weird dreams, but I can’t remember most of them lately. Nothing unusual. Look at the owner.
James said I should start writing poetry again, but I can hardly get the creative juices flowing. So I decided to write a novel instead.
(Wish I could remember my dreams, they’d make good subject material.)
My novel. It’s called “What Not to Say”, since I’m the queen of the topic. It’s fiction. Hopefully, exciting fiction that people would want to read. Particularly, a publisher, which is near impossible to do. Unless you know one. Which of course, I don’t.
I wish I had the discipline to get my thoughts all out on paper at once, like an outline of my story. But right now, every day is exactly the same, and it’s hard to stay on one track. My head is so much more ADD than my life allows. I think I have about 6 books floating around in there. I just started writing it one day, and the plot is happening organically right now. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I don’t know- I think it’s interesting.
Maybe I should write a series like Twilight or Harry Potter. Maybe I’m going about it all wrong- maybe I should do teen fiction instead of adult?
I wish I could think straight.
If I go see someone about this problem, I’m going to end up in a drug-induced haze. I don’t think that’s going to be a better fog than the one I already live in.
But then again, maybe it would be.