sixty-three : breathe
If I were being honest, I’d say a lot less. Lies take more words to feel real. Lies need more proof, more information to survive. Lies need details like oxygen. Even though this isn’t so much a lie as it is an omission, an avoidance of truth, it still makes me want to fill each living moment with more backstory, more evidence. But all this is, this whole paragraph, this whole page, all it is is procrastination. Putting off honesty, waiting until it’s safe enough.
It’s all just an excuse for cowardice.
wrote while listening to breathe me by sia. sorry about the incredibly low quality of tonights post. i’m trying to do too many things at once and my brain is fried. writing a novel, writing a screenplay, writing a tv series, writing this blog. plus working my day job. plus going to classes. it sometimes gets to be too much. and on top of it all, i’ve started writing a novel for national novel writing month. i know. i’m a crazy person.
my point though—the quality of these pieces is likely to suffer a bit this month. i’m taking over a whole lot of extra hours at work while my boss is on holiday, and trying to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. forgive me in advance.
