Because I love story structure like a motherf*cker. Nothing I love doing more than writing. I've stayed up till 4am rewriting one scene because a character’s motivation needed finding. Literally packed a white board in a car to work on an outline on the go.
“CHey kiddo! Know you’ve been a bit worried about what’s next but…”Aasey turned away from the window and took her phone from her pocket. The same message, unanswered, sat there, waiting for her.
bsolutely massive, but it looked like just a pinprick from where she sat.
had the creative thoughts of other lives become mere products that brought them ever closer to a partially glimpsed luxurious lifestyle? were the organic internal creative processes of others now no more than this....
I keep imagining myself sitting in the examiner’s car with my heart racing and everything going wrong. Has anyone else failed once and then managed to pass despite being terrified of failing again?