Nov the Second
Almost journaled yesterday, then I realized that the date would be… that it was Nov the First, and I decided not to. Because I didn’t want the numerical representation, for lack of better words, of that date to make me think. Because it would make me think, y’see, because according to the all-knowing internet, the number… well, seeing a series of three ones means (and I quote, hence the quotation marks), “You are being contacted by the angels, who are sending you signs and messages through this number.” Not only that, but the number in question, “is a very powerful angel number, and signifies manifesting and manifestation of thoughts into reality.”
Yadda yadda yadda. I used to be really into the numbers, that’s why I’d always write that I hated them. Used to whip out my phone and search up the spiritual meaning of whatever synchronistic numbers I would see, like, every single time I would see them. Really got into my own head, kind’a freaked myself out. But I’m over it now. Like, not completely, because part of me feels like the fact that I skipped Nov the First is a sign that I’m growing up and succeeding and manifesting my novel and that I’m going to be super successful because of this single 189-page book I wrote, but uh… that’s the same part that thought the Dark Tower books were my life, so… yeah. Try’n’a ignore that part. Trying and succeeding.
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So today is Monday, the weekend is over, and I am to officially start the second draft of my book. I was originally planning on taking it slow, and I’m still going to take my time with it, but I’m not going to stretch it out like I did at the end of my first draft. One chapter per day just ain’t it, Jack. No way, ladies’n’germs, no way no how. I’m passionate about this thing, I want this, so I’m going to give it my all. Still going to take my time as I read it, but I’m not cutting any corners. Not getting distracted, not procrastinating, not doing any of that stupid shit. It’s nose to the grindstone time, homes, in the words of Eminem, and I’m’a grind my shit ‘til there’s no cartilage left.
It’s go time, Journal. It’s fucking go time.
Second draft. Holla!
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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~
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