Since when do I write like I used to write in the days when I wrote a story a day if I needed to? Since when do I sit down to write a scene and write a scene? Since when? I figured it out tonight, I just have to DO shit to get it done. It's really not that difficult. Just do it. I know these blogs have been boring recently, but it's hard to think about anything other than writing right now. It's becoming what I want it to become in my life. Something to look forward to, instead of something to use as an excuse. "Oh, I'm not going back to school yet. I'm still writing that novel, you know." No, not that bullshit. I'm writing because it makes sense.
Fuck it all, I'm a mother fucking writer. Pardon the cursing. But that's how it feels tonight. Like I know what the hell I'm doing.
Sacramento, QAR, Be Responsible, Oops, I picked, Find The Rebate Coupon, Get to Work on Time, Get Hot, Pink Tower, Do the Star... Finish the Novella. My bet is, done by February 5th.
Last thing: who the fuck made laptop batteries so damn expensive? Can't I just use Double A's? Fuck!
