Once again, in sit in front of this computer and try to write my novel. I get a few sentences in, then I freeze.
I don’t know what it is. Self doubt? Probably. But its more than that.
I don’t know its the novel or me. Are my ideas good? Or do they suck? I really don’t know.
I’m tired of wasting time writing, just to find out no one wants to publish it. I think my soul had been crushed enough.
Maybe I should take a break from writing.
I want to study or work, or make candles. But I need money to do all of those things, which I lack.
I wish there was a free service that would read my outline and tell me if its crap before I waste years writing on it.
Anyway, the sun is out so i’m going for a walk. Its early, but maybe when I come back, I might have some better ideas or something.