i keep fleshing out scenes from a potential novel in my head.
really i just want to forget about it.
every time i've thought of writing a novel,
and put any effort into it, it's been a huge failure.
i realize how stupid the ideas are once the little black letters are staring up at me from an actual, real, not-imaginary page. i realize i don't have the patience to plot something out on as grand a scale as that, much less to then actually flesh it out.
why must i keep thinking of new creative endeavors when i haven't caught up with the ones from 6 years ago?
really i just want to forget about it.
every time i've thought of writing a novel,
and put any effort into it, it's been a huge failure.
i realize how stupid the ideas are once the little black letters are staring up at me from an actual, real, not-imaginary page. i realize i don't have the patience to plot something out on as grand a scale as that, much less to then actually flesh it out.
why must i keep thinking of new creative endeavors when i haven't caught up with the ones from 6 years ago?