Today I worked for a while on the book I have been writing since the eleventh grade. I don't hate it the way I used to, so I think that's a good sign that I might eventually finish it, but it seems to get shorter, not longer, every time I open it. I keep over-editing it, probably because I leave it alone for too long and have to re-read it to remember what I was doing before I can continue it.
So far the book has five short chapters, the first being over 2000 words and almost half the entire length of what I've written. I plan to beef up the other chapters eventually, or just combine a few of them together. I read somewhere that a decent novel is around 100,000 words long, so my 4,500 word piece still has a long way to go.
It is VERY hard to write a book. I think part of the problem is living in this culture where we spend so much time consuming, we lose some of the ability to create. Or maybe I just have ADD. I don't know. Just a thought.
Randomly, my guinea pigs are behaving very well lately. Even Elli hasn't been running away when I try to pet her. They still don't like to be picked up very much but any small improvement makes me happy, even if it confuses me as well.
Since I have been unwell, I have also noticed less fighting between the pigs. Before, I would often hear Peach squeal when one of the others (usually Zelda) chased her out of a hide out or away from the hay rack. Now, they seem like best buddies again. Their rodent politics will always remain beyond my understanding, I suppose.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow... My nose isn't running away like crazy as it has been for the past week and a half, but I'm still tired and my throat is a bit sore. Running around carrying cardboard boxes all day generally makes me feel worse.
So far the book has five short chapters, the first being over 2000 words and almost half the entire length of what I've written. I plan to beef up the other chapters eventually, or just combine a few of them together. I read somewhere that a decent novel is around 100,000 words long, so my 4,500 word piece still has a long way to go.
It is VERY hard to write a book. I think part of the problem is living in this culture where we spend so much time consuming, we lose some of the ability to create. Or maybe I just have ADD. I don't know. Just a thought.
Randomly, my guinea pigs are behaving very well lately. Even Elli hasn't been running away when I try to pet her. They still don't like to be picked up very much but any small improvement makes me happy, even if it confuses me as well.
Since I have been unwell, I have also noticed less fighting between the pigs. Before, I would often hear Peach squeal when one of the others (usually Zelda) chased her out of a hide out or away from the hay rack. Now, they seem like best buddies again. Their rodent politics will always remain beyond my understanding, I suppose.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow... My nose isn't running away like crazy as it has been for the past week and a half, but I'm still tired and my throat is a bit sore. Running around carrying cardboard boxes all day generally makes me feel worse.
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