So, when I don’t know what to title something, I’m just going to title it with the date so it’s like a journal entry. Okay? Got it? Good.
I’ve been slowly working my way through L.A. Confidential. I’ve wanted to read it for a long time and it’s a good book, but with my hectic schedule and the place I’m at in the book, I feel like both are at a lull and it’s making it harder to read. I’ve been pushing to read a couple pages here and there when I have time, but my interest is waning. I think almost all books have a spot like that, right smack in the middle where if you didn’t read through it to begin with, you find yourself reading small chunks to slowly trudge out of the sticky muck that is that section in order to get back to the exciting parts and finish the book. Many people would just stop reading the book entirely because they lost interest, but we’re readers. We’re fucking stubborn. I started that book and by God, I’m going to finish it.
I’ve been wanting to just even write something for the story I’ve been working on but I feel overwhelmed by what I want it to look like and how I want it to turn out but I’m not sure if I can write to match all those things. I’ve been looking at it here and there, playing around with some ideas, and then not writing anything because it seems like such a daunting task. I need a full day to break through the mental barrier that has prevented me from finishing that story. It’s pissing me off that I haven’t added much to it since I started it over a month ago and currently have about 500 words to it. I’m going to finish it. You mark my words. I’ll have it up on here the moment I do, too.