I Write Essays in my Freetime

No, not really… not as such anyway. Last night when I was lying in bed, I realised why I was not writing–the thing is, I had no idea what I wanted to happen in the book. My view was too vague and even my plans were just bullet points–so I started my outline. I call it an essay because it’s around a paragraph a chapter, and it based completely on my book–except no one will be grading it and I can relax. There’s no rush. At this point I’m still writing for myself, for as of yet my deadlines extend to around the 12th of forever. Of course, it will do me no good thinking about that.

But also I tend to spend more time procrastinating than enything else. I mean, I have set up a writing community but it takes so long to advertise and manage–it’s like a 24-hour job that I have to pay to do. Anyway, it’s a nightmare. You can find links to it here, at Novelism.