Real hard. How hard? It makes your brain hurt just trying to think up the next sentence. I don't know how writers do it, and here I am trying to write a book. God I suck.
Allow me just a few moments of self-pity. I just came back from the coffee shop near my apartment (my usual stomping ground) after finishing up a chapter in my book. The chapter sucks, but it was the best that I could do. Indeed, every chapter sucks. The plot is logically flawed, the prose has no rhythm, and the characters are thin. The whole thing feels like a stalling car. My instinct is to junk the whole thing and start all over. But aye! That's the problem. That's the reason why I never finish what I start. I give up too easily.
Not this time. This time I'm going to stick with, no matter how bad it is--and it is bad, no doubt about it.
The problem lies in my noggin. I'm not as smart as I can be. You see how short my sentences are? I wish them to be long and fluid and supple, but I can't think of anything at length to say.
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