At the same time, I’m writing a novel(a few/some i guess could be short stories) and i’m starting on a few short stories. I’ve been doing a few writing exercises, like: write when you don’t want to write. Well, that didn’t work, i can’t stand those chapters, i feel childish, a little. The only good outcome from them maybe one or two sentences(within pages of scrabble-babbel), and a topis. But i’m learning, and that’s for the best. I keep updating things, day to day plus day to day, typing, deleting, i found a publisher but dropped them because they have eight year old authors. At eight years old, i would have tried to convince you why i wanted a paint ball gun, that it was not dangerous, that i, not my mother knows best, blah —>
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