Maybe you’re already concerned, but don’t be. My analogies are getting weirder, but that’s how I can explain the mentality of writing Gravesong 2. This bored being presiding over people working endlessly hard, watching them suffer and curse and, sometimes, enjoy it. That’s the idea of the god of writing I sometimes picture. If there is anything that you’re blessed by, it’s a moment of inspiration, grace when writing, but it’s that kind of relationship. And again, if you do, it was because you did it. But maybe you’ll be rewarded with something amazing. If you put in enough time, energy, and faith, this will go well, and work hard, maybe it will all turn to dust. You have to take care of yourself and live and earn money, but it’s always there, waiting for you. The god of writing (or goddess, again, it doesn’t matter), doesn’t ever give you a sign. There is no guarantee you’ll ever get anything back. Your time and energy, creativity, and sometimes, even your health or the effort you could put into relationships, family, or just hobbies or other things. You put things on an altar or sacrifice them to writing itself.
But just imagine there is sort of one, and you aren’t rallying a charge to breach the gates of heaven or rising against the omniscient overlord–or praying for a miracle. Which isn’t capitalized because I’m not referring to any actual religion. Imagine there is the idea of the ‘god of writing’. I have two analogies I wrote, one about ships at sea, another about, um, searching for quality in a sea of poo? The other one’s weirder, but the third analogy I wrote after being burnt out was wild, and I’m glad I didn’t share it. And I think it’s not beyond repair, even the weak points. I think, as of now, I am on-pace to get it done with enough time to edit it up. In this case I’m racing a deadline, and just getting the 1st Draft done makes me worried. I’m used to outlining a bit of story and not worrying about ‘when’ it gets done, only that it’s good. Thus far, I’m merely tired because I’ve tempered my pace, but writing a novel is hard. I managed two parts, 150,000 words, in a month, and had to quit and rest because I burned out so hard. However, telling people how I feel sometimes matters, and I shared, last time, how much of an asskicking writing this book was. I am not a Youtuber the stories I write trump the personality of pirateaba. One way to avoid that is never to engage, but I like speaking mostly through the story because that’s what matters. We have seen a lot of unprofessional ‘content creators’ online in how they interact with fans, other people’s hard work, and we will continue to see it. I complain a lot, but you notice that line between the author’s personal life and, sometimes, other details about me that I try not to cross? Well, that’s not professionalism because I don’t feel professional, but it does matter. I do not often communicate personally how things are with me. In fact, I plan on getting back to work after this, but I felt, for the start of August, I should tell you where I am. Then I began writing the final ‘part’ of Book 2, and that has been my focus until now. I took a week-long break to recharge, which felt too short and less restful than I wanted, because I was stressed about Book 2. But to clarify, here is how things went after the last chapter I wrote. If that confuses you, well, I’m bad at math.
GYLT MEANING UPDATE
I am back with an update on my progress throughout the month of July! To begin with, here is something I am bad at: math.Ĥ9500 + 16600 + 17700 = 83,800 words I have written so far.Ĥ9500 + 16600 + 41300 = 107,400 the current length of Warsong, pt.
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