A true statement brought to you by someone who has been running for a long time and is not looking forward to the comeuppance I am about to receive.
The worst thing about being an adult is that it is your fault when things don't get done on time. I can no longer blame my parents, my teachers, friends or siblings if my life is falling apart. It's all me. Not exactly an easy thing to admit.
I originally decided to stop blogging because I felt it would leave me with more time to work on my manuscripts. That was a joke. I tried... who am I kidding. I never even opened the documents. I looked into my writing folder and promptly fled. I couldn't handle the failure that is innate in writing. The days spent tied to a chair, fingers flying across the keyboard in a desperate attempt to drag something out of my brain. I don't know of any other career area that has the same level of epic failure. Maybe art, or acting. Those areas have the same problem. An over abundance of people trying to break-out, break-in or just break something.
Makes it difficult to do anything worth while.
Plus the number of horrible books that have been published makes me sick. I can't believe some of the crap that is out there. It's ridiculous. And the fact that some people like it is mind blowing. I think everyone should take a rhetoric class, maybe then the level of crap would decrease (in my happy world it does).
So starting sometime later this week I am going to be doing book reviews, mostly because I had a friend as me to give her a list of books that are worth reading. And to go along with the list I am going to give her reviews so she has an easier time choosing.
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| Getting caught really hurts and may end in death. |
