Sunday, 21 June 2009
These are the Rules.
I hate the rules. I hate hate hate them. I hate that I can't read over my finished manuscript (That's right, I can call it finished for now) until at least a month has passed. I hate that I have to edit it at all. I hate that I can't feel proud anymore because the honeymoon period is over already. I hate hate hate that the only person who really hasn't tired of me asking for their help lives in Gidgegannup where I can't have face to face contact. I hate that I can't draw well enough to play around with how my characters might look. I hate that all my facts are probably wrong. I hate that I can't find a nice leather file nice enough to display all my writing stuff in. I hate that when I found a file I thought would be good enough, it only held 10 pages. I hate that this could be as far as I get. I hate that I am thinking like this.