So I've spent most of today either crying or eating.
Very productive, no?
Happiness and diet ruined in a matter of a few hours.
I have one story left to draft for my portfolio. It's called Baker Street and is obviously set in and around the station.
I've been streaming it in first person point of view and it's just gotten me nowhere (hence the tears).
I gave up earlier and decided to read some of my favourite short stories. I dug out a book I'd studied for lit during my first uni year and lost myself in the very first story.
It's now hit me that I've written my story in the wrong bloody perspective!!!!!! I'm lousy with first person...I'm switching to third now. I don't care how crap it all comes out, I just need something written around the 2500 word mark and I can edit tomorrow along with my other two stories which just need tweaks. Monday morning is going to be used for more tweaking and monday afternoon is for my critical reflection essay.
The tears are still coming, but at least a glimmer of hope is back.
7 years ago