I needed this so bad right now.
Two weeks ago, I made a horrible mistake. I agreed to send my mom the first chapter of the second draft of the novel.
Human nature bothers me.
My whole novel is about how cruel and lazy human nature is. The whole thing I’m grappling with is, basically, is how did people let Stalin happen? And the answer is, people let Stalin happen the same way that you pass by a piece of litter on the street without throwing it out, or see a car stranded on road and don’t slow down to help.
We are a planet of assholes.
Painting of Russian writer Evgeny Chirikov by Ivan Kulikov, 1904.
Last time I wrote a book, I was able to blog as I wrote. This time, I’m finding it very hard to divide my attention between blogging, Facebook, Forever 21 clearence e-mails, and actually working on something important. Oh right, and work and school and occasionally feeding Mr. B.
I want to finish the first draft of my novel. So bad.
So I’m leaving this thing here that counts how many words I’ve written out of total to let you know how long until I write my next blog post. You can still find me on Twitter in the meantime, or check out the blog archives at the bottom of the page.
Thank you so much for your continued patience on account of my insanity.