If you could return, don’t let it fade

I stayed home all day today and since nothing good was on TV, all I did was read and try to work on my novel. It’s okay, I guess, but I really need a second opinion. Naturally I’ll say that it sounds fine because I was the one who wrote it. But I really need someone else’s point of view. Problem is, I can’t think of the right person I would want to show my work to. I can be very sensitive when it comes to my writing so I’ll need someone I can trust, someone who will be honest about what he/she doesn’t like about it, someone who could give me suggestions on how to improve things. Whoever that will be (ugh, that sounds more like a quest for a husband than a quest for a critic/editor/whatever).

In the meantime I’m doing mostly research for my book since I don’t really feel like continuing right now. I was reading someone’s journal archives that I saved in my my hard disk. I thought of maybe borrowing some of his writings because he’s really good. A lot of the things he wrote really impressed me–and he was only fourteen when he wrote them! But I had to stop after half an hour cos reading what he wrote made me feel so sad. I hate to admit it (since I’m in an anti-love crusade right now) but I do miss the crazy bastard. He reminds me of Daniel Johns…or did Daniel Johns remind me of him? Whatever..but yeah, I wish I could talk to him for a few minutes at least. Sometimes, in his old journal entries, he would talk about me and reading it again made me smile. Oh, how I took those days for granted!

I’m seeing Don’t Say A Word tomorrow. Aww, yeah!