Argh. I'm getting so annoyed. I don't know where I'm going with this story. It's just taking my entire soul with me. And I hate it. I know I have to write this story. And I need to have a draft by tomorrow, but I really don't want anyone to read it, critique it.
Everytime I think I'm getting somewhere I just get lost, I don't have an idea for a plot. At least I had that last time. Fucking hell.
Oh well. I shall stop complaining about it and get to work.

If only I was Wrong

Uncertainty

I'm stuck. So completely stuck that I don't know how to get out. In the next month or so, I'm swamped with work. I have to write three short stories, an essay on reading as a writer, two essays reflecting on the developing as a writer. Out of all this work, there is only one thing that I know what to do, and that is one of the short stories. It's a modernist short story, between 1800-2200 words. And I'm really excited about writing it. But what should I do for the other short stories? I have to bring in a draft of one of them for next friday to be peer appraised. How am I supposed to manage that!? I've done no research, because I don't know what to write about.
This is my last resort. I've actually started a blog. I hate blogs. So there you are. I am now a blogger. It makes me slightly sick. But I need to think of it in a positive manner. This will be my writing journal. It's just that people can see it. Although hopefully no one will. Cause I won't tell anyone. This is my secret writing blog. Hopefully it will amount to something.

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