Mess · 11:53pm
I am a Mess
I get distracted easily. I get locked into cycles of procastination and self-loathing that can destroy academic and creative works. I lose faith in myself and my ability to accomplish my goals. I collapse. I fall apart. I am a mess.
But I never, EVER, forget.
I cannot make promises. I cannot set deadlines. I cannot guarantee anything.
But I want... I NEED my first great story too much to let it die. Besides, I've already got the next four acts planned out.
In short: I am less of a mess now, so I am writing again.