So I've been writing this story about some dude called Noah and a chick Kendra and it's being bloody hard work. I kid you not. There is more to writing a novel than getting to characters on board. I need to study motivation, feelings and thoughts. I need to look at scene logic and it aint going well, I can tell you that. Not even saying my grammar is appalling and spell check doesn't even begin to pick up my typos. So whatever the weather. I feel I'm not writing. I'm just mulling over silly love scenes in the my head. Finally got the Aha moment when they fall in love. Finally. Finally. Oh, heck, yes. I've got that bitch on lockdown. Now I have to destory it all again - push the two lovers apart with conflict, doubts and bad weather. Plenty of bad weather. There's a badass ex lurking going to give the hero a run for his money. Or the chick. I probably need to revise the chick because she's pretty weak but who cares? Well readers might. I'm getti
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