WELL. Looking back at the year, I defiantly did NOT manage to write an 80,000 word long book.
Damn.
I'll tell you what happened: GCSEs, and a lack of interest.
I know, HOW could the story I was writing become boring to ME? I don't know. I just didn't like it. And if I didn't like it — why would anyone else reading it like it?
Maybe I'll revisit it some time next year.
BUT — this means I can go full speed ahead on a different story that's picked my fancy. I'm writing out the plot as we speak and by the looks of it, it's defiantly gonna be a book-sized book.
This year, I really do feel like I could have done a LOT more writing. I've let myself down. It's sad, I know.
And to make up for this, well, I'll obviously be doing a lot more writing next year.
And biology,
and chemistry ...
and ... maths.
Happy New Year whoever reads this!
