Quick note: Can you believe I've blogged for 25 days straight! I'm nuts! I'll also be glad for a break, but NaBloWriMo has been a blast!! Well I am looking to finish it strong!
You decide you want to be a writer.
You tell the world. (hypothetically)
Everyone asks what you've written.
You realize you've written nothing.
So you write something.
You tell the world AGAIN. (obvs you haven't learned your lesson yet)
Once asked what you've written you have an answer.
What's it called they ask next.
You hadn't thought of a title so you don't respond. (don't be rude and walk away talk about the weather)
You think of a title.
You tell the world AGAIN. (because you're an idiot)
Once you tell them you've written a novel and the title they ask another question.
Do you make J.K. Rowling wages? What's it like being famous?
Then you realize, they think being a writer means you have to be published.
Some moments are sweet, and some moments are sour. It's sort of like a sour patch kids. Little. Bastards. Had any of these moments lately?