Maybe it is not me, but then again maybe it is.
Time and time again, I have come to notice that the longer a story is either sitting on your desk untouched or if you are writing incredibly slow, the longer your mind will mold, modify, and change it.
Constant tinkering may be the death of me, and a constantly active mind that day dreams about the story will only drive me there faster.
Long ago, in a time where a decision was made and a method was put into motion, my story was just beginning to unfold. Now, in this modern day of times, after undoing a method and scribbling through books, my story is completed. Yet it isn’t finished. This is only because it will be the first i shoot to publish, so all bases must be covered. So bid me time and luck as I endure a few more weeks of hardworking in life and in my stories future!
As always stay tuned!