So, I have come to the conclusion-- after realising, on several occasions, that I get sick near a full moon-- that I must be a werewolf... This may seem bizarre, especially since I have no wolf-like symptoms, nor do I really enjoy werewolf lore. However, I have been told on atleast one ocasion that I resemble a werewolf, something about my eyes... I dunno. I have also taken a few of those oh-so-acurate Facebook quizzes in which I have been dubed the Werewolf personality. Add to that that last night (exactly one week before the Full Moon) I fell ill. And my imagination is kinda in hyperdrive.
I'm feeling pretty terrible today, and for the time-being I have put myslef on bed rest. While I am lying around doing nothing I have decided that I *might*, just might, try to get back to writing my novel... I miss my characters, I feel guilty about leaving them in limbo, and I feel like it's something I should realy try to get back to. I don't want to neglect it forever, until I am old and my biggest regret is that I never even finished my first novel.
Don't get me wrong, I have no desire to become an author, and I wouldn't mind if I never published... But I want to atleast have the satisfaction of finishing what I started. Plus, if I am ever going to have the bragging rights of 'writing a novel' I should atleast be able to say that I have a completed manuscript, not a partial draft...
That being said, I have only promised to try, not to do, and DEFINATELY not to finish, I am nowhere near that point.
Anyway...
"Do you believe in life after love?/ I can feel something inside me saying/ I really don't think you're strong enough/ No!"
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