did about 4000 words. it was wank.

i have a lot of stories. but i wouldn't want anyone reading it, so really... pointless.

a philosophical lament on the state of society - did about 4000 words - was shit.

for about 5 pages.

i'll write a book one day, but it'll probably be historical or memoirs or something.

currently working on a few projects

My previous attempts have been similar to yours though, in that they were quite quickly scrapped. Although with summer approaching I have renewed vigour and hope to actually make a proper go of it. At the moment though it's just scattered notes of ideas.

I think I'm just gonna try and do some every day, and get some kind of schedule going. Hopefully it will be the path to success.

much easier than book, still gave up after 3 pages or so. Maybe one day.

and got like 3 pages o like 3 lil sections of stream of conciousness bollocks and pretty much gave up. I write about music all the time though on a blog that doesnt seem so personal and creative so seams easyer to do.

It's pretty much utter shit, though.

I did about 50K on an even worse one once too.

Has anyone else ever tried to read a book?

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several times and I always seem to go through the same process of becoming really enthused about it to becoming totally apathetic, saying that I've been working on a play for some time now which I'm hoping might still see the light of day.

i write at night to be truly awful if i read through it the next morning

me and my friend wrote about a page of rubbish nihilistic 14-year old's "philosophy", thinking it would have as much significance as the dead sea scrolls or something.

"Once upon a time" and end with "and then I woke up".

i had a while ago that hasn't struck me as shit yet. remains to be seen if i sit down and write it - but then i'm in the same boat as 90% of frustrated writers.

I suppose I could release it as a shorter thing on my blog... something I had been flirting with recently.

I'm pretty confident it's not shit but less confident on what the market is for a bleak existentialist children's book about Father Christmas...

of pretty general 'research' for a novel I intend to write over the course of the next decade. It's going to be amazing.

I've started a few times, I don't think I have it in me to write a novel (at least not yet) but I've got loads of short prose and kind of short stories, enough for a couple of books. But you know, publishers are scary, man.

A light-hearted comedy drama in the style of Bill Forsyth. It's, essentially, about a guy who fakes his own death to make his band famous. I haven't got a lot done, but I do have a fair bit of character guff and plot development and stuff like that. Who knows, one day it might be finished and someone might like to read it!