Screaming, Crying and the Odd Burst of Inspiration: On Writing my Novel

Why is it that the moment you need to write about something you did, your brain just dies? I don’t know what number draft this is for this entry but it’s not a low number.

Which probably says a lot when you consider I’m talking about my writing…

I swear I’m better with the creative stuff!!!

The main problem for me is: what is there to say?

I could go on about my process, or my world or my characters. I could tell you how long it took me – longer than it should have due to long breaks – or what inspired it.

But you’re not interested in that and it won’t help anyone. It’ll just be an exercise in talking about myself. Which I’m not great at anyway.

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