LadyAethera

My computer is not playing nicely. I've reinstalled the operating system, but now I'm having trouble with the way things are working. I'm not sure if that's because I'm used to it a certain way which simply isn't the default, or what. (I don't recall changing that much.) So I'm spending my time trying to work out the kinks... and not doing very well. Apologies to all who are waiting on me, I just can't focus on anything other than getting my computer working right. ~Aethera

I believe I have found the reason I write, though it's not really something to put into words aside from mentioning my enjoyment of it. This brings me to the rather pathetic tangent that it's not my dislike of writing I'm troubled with, but rather my dislike of myself. How do you make yourself keep going when you don't see an end in sight? What's the point of working hard when nothing ever comes of it? I was so ecstatic when I packed 10,000 words off to a publisher, but now as I realize that I need to have a completed manuscript (edited, revised, and polished) by the time the publisher gets back to me on the off chance the response is positi

I often write down my dreams. They're generally very easily molded into a comprehensible storyline, so it's an awesome way to get new ideas. But I can't write them down fast enough. No matter what story, the dream was better than the words I end up with. Lately I've even been having repeat dreams, as if my subconscious is prodding me. 'Hello? It actually went like this.' My latest submission is one of these, the 'Chance Encounter'. The dream was so much better than the text. I have half a mind to take it down and try to rewrite it the way it was, but now that I've posted it this way (meaning I've read it more than five times while writing/ed