On Writing
Im still behind my word-count goal. At this point, I am thinking that I am crap. There are no other ways to negotiate what my mind wants to say.
I have always befriended my mind, my emotion, but sometimes they say things I needed to hear. There seems to be no reason why a writer should pursue this life of uncertainty. I don't know where my words would go, or whether my time will just turn to waste.
God has given me enough resource to come up with this first book. He has given me the luxury to experience this creative process. I have considered this divine since the day I felt the joy of writing.
At this point, I feel like a sinner who fell short of the glory of the craft.
No more words to say.
Bye for now.
I have always befriended my mind, my emotion, but sometimes they say things I needed to hear. There seems to be no reason why a writer should pursue this life of uncertainty. I don't know where my words would go, or whether my time will just turn to waste.
God has given me enough resource to come up with this first book. He has given me the luxury to experience this creative process. I have considered this divine since the day I felt the joy of writing.
At this point, I feel like a sinner who fell short of the glory of the craft.
No more words to say.
Bye for now.
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