At this point my novel is wrapping up. I feel like i’m pushing a giant boulder up a hill right now just to reach the heartfelt ending I want. I tell myself just one more paragraph but it feels so far out of reach. I’m having trouble putting myself as the narrator in the story. even though I find the ending beautiful.
I’ve been here for 2 hours now..I’ve written 1.5 paragraphs…
what am I even doing with my life?
My stomach is feeling a bit better today. maybe i need a walk. a better camera will hopefully be in our near future so Shay can be ok with our walks again. In her opinion a hobby isn’t worth having if it can’t make money.