What I feared about publicly proclaiming my attempt at writing a smelly blob of novel 50,000 words deep has come to fruition. People expect me to finish.
Tell everyone you know that you're writing a novel in November. This will pay big dividends in Week Two, when the only thing keeping you from quitting is the fear of looking pathetic in front of all the people who've had to hear about your novel for the past month. Seriously. Email them now about your awesome new book. The looming specter of personal humiliation is a very reliable muse.
2 comments:
i am proud of you already.
Wow. Stud. Climb that Everest and put the flag of Bryce on the top! You got this brotha!
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