I'm sweaty, I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm confused, I have writer's block- I'm in a shitty mood.
I'm starting my whole story all over again, because the plotline was beginning to bore me to near death. I swear, I couldn't think of a single thing... it was becoming almost like a bad re-make of the Hound of the Baskervilles.
I'm not saying I don't like Sherlock Holmes, I'm just saying that my story was like... *blows a rhaspberry*
I'm starting my whole story all over again, because the plotline was beginning to bore me to near death. I swear, I couldn't think of a single thing... it was becoming almost like a bad re-make of the Hound of the Baskervilles.
I'm not saying I don't like Sherlock Holmes, I'm just saying that my story was like... *blows a rhaspberry*