I've thought about ditching Unlucky Vampire, which I've been working on since 2008. It sucks because I really got into the characters, but I somehow felt the story was.. lagging something. I don't know, maybe the pace was too fast, (or too slow), or it just felt stilted. Either way, I'm still going with it, but I'm working on other things as well, so i feel like i'm actually doing something!
I've become such a recluse... (is that even how you spell it?)... not wanting to socialise much. It's not all my fault. I don't get asked out by anyone, of my friends i mean. Not that I have many local friends. It's sad to think if I'd realised what i'd be like 5 years ago, how i could have done things to change it. Maybe told myself to buckle up and do a different college course or join different groups. but now i feel too much like a hermit and would much rather stay in and write and read.
I even told my mum "it's not even like I don't enjoy staying at home to write or read. i love it. so why should I change it?" lol she's like "what, and it just be you and me all the time, indoors?" Well... she can go out. I'm perfectly happy with my little routine. OMG i'm such a weirdo.
I read these books where the MC is all smart and can go to college/uni/whatever and pass, and make friends and i'm like... "Why can't I be like that?"
Then I realise... it's fiction! DOH!
Sorry for the essay. I guess this stuff is bothering me more than I let on.