
If I missed a day and just took it to rest, would that be so bad?
Something funny about deadlines is how much I use them to get work done, and how much I struggle with them.
I want my work to be perfect, for it to shine like no other, but with a deadline, I struggle. The not so funny thing is I am still aiming for perfection, even if I know a first draft can be trash.
But the sad thing is, I want my trash to be treasure among trash. I don’t want a shitty first draft.
And that’s the problem, because I can assure you that the premise of this novel has changed at least five times since I started.
You see, I wanted a darker book with notes of gothic influence, a bit of unhinge dynamics. But none of that is present.
Not one single drop! This book even refuses my offer to be soft horror. I feel so over and underwhelmed.
So what did I do today?
Nothing, well, I wrote a little bit. But it doesn’t feel like it will ever be good enough now.
I want to fucking cry, and maybe take another nap.
Word Count: 29,230 words
See you tomorrow, friends.