Well, I'd never thought I'd be able to write something which I'd dislike so much and which if I know I don't go on I'll never finish Nanowrimo, which is after all, the goal. Does it all even make sense?
More rejections. Not only my novel but two short stories and all in less than two weeks. Whoppee! To top it all off my computer is not working right, even after it stayed for almost a week at the repair shop. Argh!!! Don't you feel like screaming your brains out?
It's been a while, but I've started my classes and I'm extremely busy. I've sent my novel to several agencies, but so far all I've gotten are rejections so I'm feeling a bit low...
Let me search, Let me find, Let me be myself. Let me pretend, Let me pretend, Let me pretend there's more to life.
Dreaming & losing, Loving & hating, Living & dying, is there more?
Let me dream, Let me love, Let me live, Let me rest and pretend that it matters.
What do you loose? what do you care? Just... Let me search, Let me find, Let me be myself. Let me pretend, Let me pretend, Let me pretend there's more to life.
Does it hurt to dream? Is it painful to close your eyes and see another reality?