My shitty excuse is that I'm taking a writing class and I have to write analyses every week while working part-time and studying jazz. I don't know why I do this to myself. I'm just trying to survive man.
I don't know how to write. I have no idea where the inspiration for a story is supposed to come from and I have no idea how you're even supposed to make sentences to form that story. Books, even bad books I hate, make it seem so easy, but when I try I have no idea how I'm supposed to write something or what I'm supposed to write about or why.
I am. Just not very often. I wrote a novel in a month and kinda burned out after that. I'm only about 19 pages (handwritten, probably at least twice that when typed out) into my next one, but it's going slowly.
it took me 2 ? 1 and 1/2? years to finish infinite jest i took a lot of breaks for many months, the second half i mostly listened to in audiobook. I knew if i quit i would never be able to read it again. I am probably a stupid person compared to people here, and i don't know what infinite jest is about but it makes me sad. I can't tell you just like hallie