Like many writers, I decided very early on I would write my own novel. Wow, I’m actually an idiot.
After writing the most exciting and thought-provoking sections, I’m literally riding the struggle bus to finish the rest of the novel. The forty pages I now have are just reminders of the unfulfilled potential this literary piece has. My Honors World Civilizations professor articulated my frustration perfectly: “I hate the blinking cursor. It mocks me.”
Of course, picking it up after surviving my second round of finals week in college, I find myself quite inspired. Let’s hope this inspiration lasts longer than my battery can hold…