January is dangerous. It can make you think about what you’ve done and what you’re going to do, and whether it is enough. Whether you are enough. It can lead you to set goals you struggle to reach, and to compare yourself to others. January puts everything into question.
I scrapped about 40k words the other day. It’s been a while since I talked about SC, the first novel I started writing, the reason I got a degree in Creative Writing. To be frank, it had been a while since I’d written much of it, too. But I sat down, ready to write more, and I looked at it, and it was nothing. It wasn’t enough to become anything. I had 40k words, they contained nothing of substance, and they weren’t going anywhere.
I had to do over the entire plot and some of the characters. I took out two and rearranged a bunch more. I kept the essence of it, but the rest is different. And still, I don’t know if it will be good enough.
But speaking of books and stuff, I started a bookstagram. I’ve been a bit occupied with starting it up, but it’s up, so maybe check it out here?
In other news, my short film SIV got its second film festival selection, so that’s cool.
There’s a week left to enter the Giveaway HERE. So go do that.
Precarious Writer 