My frontal muscles hurt still (dunno how to name them, from chest down to tummy). Master really did a number on us.
Today I went on a short writing session in the morning. New story. I wrote a short synopsis of each chapter yesterday, today I wrote the first pages. This one will most likely be shorter than my usual works, but I hope to have it more polished.
My works weren't always good. Well, I guess many would say they still aren't good. However I still remember my first works, it was like mixing pearls with shit. I had some moments of brilliance, but it was beginner luck and most of my writing was terrible. I also used to write only for me, my friends at best. It helped me with my dungeon mastering. Now, having self-published my first book, I feel more satisfied with my works. It's like, I can't really satisfy anyone's taste but mine. My workshop can still improve, I know it, however I can't really improve it without pushing myself and writing more. It's like with fencing practice - no practice, no improvement.
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