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current mood: frustrated
In commenting to
silverhill today, I mentioned wanting to write, and it was true, and that was good. Robb's using the Alienware to play World of Warcraft and "recharge," so after much backing-and-forthing, he emailed the file to me so I could use his laptop and write a bit.
Which when I remembered, after reading a ways, why this story had utterly stalled on page 13. I have no fucking idea what it is that my redhead wants to tell Lia, my protagonist. No clue. At all. Even a little bit.
I knew what she wanted to say in the last draft, but in this one, she's got something different on her mind, and I don't know what it is. Shit shit, dammit, and curses even.
Foiled again, or something.
Hmph.
Anyone want to read 13 pages of a story and try and tell me what the fuck YOU think is happening? Comment with an email.
Experience my frustration.
Off to pout.
--K





i would if i had any way of getting the file from a computer to the vaio. sorry. :(
-me