Oddly enough, this is about the same time last year that inspiration hit.
Last year's novel never got finished, due to being in my senior year of university, trying to cram in all my courses, work, rehearsals, shows, assignments, a practicum, volunteer work... etc, etc, etc. This year, hopefully I will have much more luck.
This year, I'm going to attempt chick-lit. Intelligent, plot-driven, thoought-provoking chick-lit, that is. Oxymoron? I hope not.
So maybe, in that case, it won't be strictly chick-lit, but there are definitely more elements than there have been before.
When did I become such a sell-out to pop culture?
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