The semester is winding down and so far, I'm doing well in two classes, barely passing in one class, and passing but not transfer-passing in my last class. Hopefully, with my term papers, I'll pass those classes and not have to deal with them again. In other news, I've been working on a new untitled novel. I've spent the better part of last week writing and working on chapter one and I've just barely started chapter two. I spent some time today planning out and working out the timeline for the first book (it's the first in a trilogy) and working on the relationships between the characters. I am kind of in love with my story but I'm so anxious and worried while working on it though. Writing as much as I had in the past few days has brought back all of my insecurities concerning novel writing. I'm a better short story writer. I have written three or five novels for NaNoWriMo but I always hated the end result and the ideas I produced in them. I'm both sad and glad that my old laptop with all of the novels crashed but most published authors agree that as a writer, you shouldn't ever throw away/delete any work, no matter how bad. Thinking back, I don't really regret not backing them up. I still remember the main ideas of them so maybe if I ever feel the need to try writing them again, I could...maybe.
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