I wrote about three thousand words on my next book tonight.
I'll have to edit that back...probably a lot. But I'm glad that I got it out.
I keep having this great idea for another book. A fiction book, not real crap about my own life.
It's really the best idea ever. I keep thinking of it and thinking how good it could be.
Then I remember. It's basically the book I tried writing between 2006 and early 2008.
And it REALLY, REALLY SUCKED. I hate it and wish it was dead and I'm pretty sure I can't do anything to make it better.
So. There's that.
I'm in a bit of a funk lately. Is it obvious?