I’m starting on my book. Officially. It’s still just a little floating idea, but there have been so many people that have commented on my writing and that have told me that I would do good to write something. Not just short little snippets of things (though I’ll probably publish a work of short stories I’ve done, too, eventually), but an actual full blown, punch in the face novel.
So I’m starting. And I’m going to log everything.
I’m going to log all my hours in writing.
I’m going to log all my hours in researching for the story.
I’m going to log all my hours in researching for the publishing.
I’m going to log all my hours bringing this to everyone’s attention
I’m going to log all my hours procrastinating.
I’m going to log all my hours trying to smash my face into the closest wall next to me.
And I’m going to log all my hours of trying to stab myself, heartily.
I’ve also decided to write and blog about everything I’ve researched. To show everyone that when I say I’m doing something, I actually am. Because I’ve got a terrible, terrible problem with lying about things like that. It’s bad. I know. But I will force a cure upon myself. Also so that things will stick into my brain and stay there. And damnit, if I still can’t get something I want (this book, for instance) finished, then there’s really no hope, is there?
But let’s not look at that for now.
I’m starting on this project, and I’m going to try hard as hell to actually finish it. The last project I finished was too long ago. I’m going to fix that.