Guh.

Why is it that as a child adults always tell you to follow your dreams, but they never tell you how fucking difficult it is to do so?

I'm working on three different projects right now, one of which is a novel I told myself I was going to get published before I turned 17. I'm 19 now and still haven't published a damn thing. Except for one webzine article that I'm actually quite proud of.

Blah.

At least I've gotten the editing done on the first half of the only chapter I have written of this bitch.


I'll post excerpts of it once my serotonin and neuropinephrine levels escalate.