/lit/ - Literature

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In Jan 2022 I finally sat down, began a .docx file, and began drafting what would be one of many temporarily-abandoned (only to be returned to and then abandoned once (or twice or thrice) again) novels. On a midnight in Aug 2022 while almost crying I finally managed to complete something: a 300-word short story written over three hours. I consider it my best work yet. And I enjoyed those three hours.
I haven't written anything since then, apart from multiple 1,000-word drafts for the first paragraph of the first chapter of the novel idea (can I apologize for calling these ideas? Something in me feels an odd sort of apprehension at the use of the term) that I've decided I'm sticking to until it's finished. The bulk of my writing has been in my notebook. And working within the confines of those small entries (of which there are now 2,600) is tough. I've written extensively detailed outlines for multiple projects. I've began and left unfinished multiple short stories that have vaguely suicidal protagonists that I'm not entirely sure aren't just fictional proxies for myself. I've written incomplete short stories. I've written 2,000-word e-mails to people who will never read them. I've written ugly confessions that resemble suicide notes (I'm not suicidal, just to be clear).
Just the usual adolescent male stuff, I guess.
The attached image is the various files related to the projects I've began and kept aside.
It's embarrassing saying all this, but this is as anonymous as it gets, I suppose.