Recently I have been absorbed by a book. It’s kept me from any blogs I had been keeping up with, Tv shows I’ve worshipped and homework I needed to be doing.
This book was a
marble copy book.
This book has made me stay up at night writing till 12 or 1 in the morning with no regrets to come for some reason. To make more things confusing, the story in it, among other things, is a story that I’m not actively trying to plot. I’m just writing right now. Writing till the page is filled with them and then turning the page. Sometimes I don’t have a pencil with me and instead use a pen, one that bleeds onto the back of it. I still keep going. I’m pretty sure I’m sick. . .
November is coming and anyone that writes will tell you, NANOWRIMO might actually be a worse illness than what I have.
We’ll keep in touch,