My (in progress) manuscript has been traveling.
From the computer to paper...
From the desk to the living room...
From my house to grandma's (over Christmas)...
And back home again, in a grocery sack, on top of the printer.
It's sad, really. I printed it out in hopes of doing something with it. It's such a cute story, and I really love it so far. There is just one problem.
I just can't finish it.
It's like every other undone project in my life. It was exciting to start it, and for a while it's all I could think about. Move aside lunch, I have this to do! No I can't do housework, I'm on a roll!
I'm not sure where I lost motivation or ideas. When I sit down to work on it, my brain goes limp.
I printed it out in an attempt to trick myself into reading it like it was new to me, and I had visions of having grand ideas rush to my head, whereupon I would grab a pen and furiously write until I would find the last page....
Maybe I should just go back to the digital file.
Do you want me to read it and come up with an amazing ending? I have zero writing talent, but I would try. For you!
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