So, erm, yes. Maybe you've noticed, maybe you haven't, but I have not succeeded in writing a novel.
For a number of excuses reasons, that I will elaborate on here:
For a number of excuses reasons, that I will elaborate on here:
- Finals. Oh, yeah, those two middle weeks in November? Dear Alyssa, you forgot that those were finals week. So you didn't sleep. Bah.
- No support system. Yeah, I guess this should be minor, but from the beginning I was hearing from W how people were asking why I was "writing so much." And by writing so much, I guess they meant writing 2,000 words each day? Anyway, people started making comments like "Well, I'd write that much, but I have SCHOOLWORK." As if they were so much busier than me.
In the end, I felt BAD about writing. Different. Socially shameful. I wasn't skipping schoolwork or shirking obligations, but I just felt alienated by these people. I don't know why I let them hurt my feelings, but it did and that was probably the major reason I stopped writing. - I just got lazy.
In the end, though, I learned some important lessons.
- The people that W gossips about suck. Not all of them, but the ones that are hurtful. Yeah, they're losers and I need to not care about them.
- Finals are hard when you're taking 20 credit hours :(
- Everyone has a novel inside of them, and mine is NOT about a pediatric nurse falling in love and knitting. Mine is much more exciting.