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I write a chapter, which can take a while as the first chapter usually does, but usually I can write about five hundred words a night. The problem is that I have to work. My job is not stable. I can't just go in there and expect a routine. Therefore, I'm usually so bothered with my work on overnight shift that I get in my head and can't write anything on downtime. The only times I ever completed a novel was when I had nothing else to do except write. Well, that's it then. I'm not writing anymore.
"Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat."
~ Erin Hunter
It would take you about three months to write a novel, at that rate. You should keep going. /twocents
I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war, her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight… wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be, the best trained Soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I fail my country’s trust. Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall. If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, For I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not, my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
Okay, I can't give up writing. It's in my blood, bitch!
I'm working on something completely new. Still in the first person perspective while incorporating the second person you.
Who knows, maybe the three-hundredth time trying to write another novel will work. I've already written three complete novels, about a hundred different first chapters I completely trashed, so what could go wrong?
An introduction to what I have written since last night.
A chionophile is what you are, spending as much time on the ice as the average teenager spends on the phone. It is doubtful that you even own a phone. I have certainly found no social media accounts linked to you online and I have no recollection of ever seeing the device in your hand. You are a modern marvel, in more ways than one.
Not only are you a talented figure skater, but your academic record indicates that you are a strong contender for class valedictorian. By high school standards, you are also one of the most good looking guys on campus. Athleticism, handsomeness, intelligence, all of that makes you a triple threat.
Always too focused on practice, traveling across the rink, you never notice those of us in the bleachers. Other skaters are not as fixated on the ice as you. They are entirely too concerned about being watched. They revel in the attention from shallow fans.
Of course, not treating the sport as seriously as you also means they are not as adept on the ice as you. You are as graceful as the arctic fox while everyone else is comparable to disoriented walruses flapping around the rink.
Being unconcerned with your audience also means that it does appear you have not noticed me. You are not entirely oblivious of your surroundings. It is simply that you value what deserves your attention, and that means I have to find a way to get you to notice me. And not just notice me, but also for you to find me worthy enough of your continued attention.
Weekends are hell at work. Didn't get any writing done because there was hardly any downtime. Any who, I am seriously looking forward to seeing what my school schedule will be so that I can cut down my hours at work. Which, of course, will mean even less time to write. But oh well.
Went to work with a low threshold of pain. Left work with a pain level of eight or nine. Got home with a pain level of ten.
My only guess is that I somehow injured my foot when a guy sitting in a wheelchair ran over my foot, but I am uncertain. There was no pain at the time, but upon waking later that day my foot was swollen and hurting. Working on my feet merely exacerbated the issue, which is why I am in so much pain right now.
Looks like I might have to call off work till this gets better.