I'm No Writer

January 8, 2007

I'm no writer. I wish I didn't want to write. The suffering and exasperation regarding the quality and general 'readership' of my writing is as unknown to me as a whore's beauty is to her. Got almost 40 pages re-edited today. The story moves along; I must admit there's parts of this story that intrigue me. The way it flows along and the way the multiple characters appear and disappear while the knife continues moving forward into the present is what keeps me dipping into the story and working to get it as good as I am able. Lois is reading/proofing it as I go. She seems to like it, says she does, and she's staying with it.