I’ve been working on 12 stories since the year began.I’ve finished 5 of them and three of those aren’t even mine. They’re Gabriella’s (my 7 year old sister).
I’ve suffered writer’s inertia and debilitating ennui, have stopped trying to learn one new word everyday and have started to resent my stories and myself. Fucked up.
So starting September (or even tomorrow, don’t joke), I am going to write a story a day. This is going to be easy (in theory) because my dreams are usually vivid and very weird. Good material.
I even have a badge.