Within my two weeks away from work, I was able to finish writing four chapters of my novel "The Hunger". It was fun and fulfilling, but as I wrote along it made me realize how unsatisfied I was with my writing style. It wasn't just about the plot and the way words flowed, it was my choice of words and how I presented everything that kept bothering me.
My writing style doesn't even meet average. It was like a child wrote it. And with that I am officially bored with everything. Nothing discourages me more than my own incompetence.
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