So, away I go on a new adventure into the wide world of writing.
I like writing, I like reading, I like words. It’s time to give it a go as a writer. I’m really putting the effort in this time, progress meters and all. I have an idea, I have words, now it’s just getting it all out of my head and putting it in black and white.
Wrong. Writing is hard work. I go to sleep thinking about my story… I wake up grumpy from dreams of it. It’s all there swirling around like the darkest madness and all I have is a butterfly net made of letters to get it out. Sometimes that butterfly net fails me.
I’ve had stories before, but I’ve never gotten them fully dumped from the cesspool I call my mind into a format that people could actually read and follow. I’m giving it a shot, wish me luck.