I keep coming back to bits and pieces that I've written and like. Descriptions have come to feel as though I've lived them, not invented them - dialogue that I stings as though it's been torn from my own lips.
But piecing these fragments together - forming the complete puzzle - it's incredibly frustrating.
I think I can relate to her. I started a blog novel myself, but was only able to get several chapters down.
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