It’s not like I knew where I would end up. I was clueless. All I knew is I had to write. So I kept writing. Lots of crap. I wandered in circles.
What does this mean?
I wondered and wondered.
The conclusion became increasingly clear to her. It was rubbish.
Fuck. Not again? Do I really have to start from the Beginning?
You do. Actually.
So I kept at it. I was slower than a mile. No doubt nothing or no one could challenge my tenacity.
I was committed.
I would never give up.
But I truly have no idea what happened. I’m as lost as you are!
How should I know I would have unlimited amounts of venom in my pen?