Five Lines.

Dear Reader.

I have spent a whole day writing and re-writing the same bit of a story the same story trying to get it to the point where I could even bare reading it without the problems grinding in my head and all I have to show for it is five bloody lines.

This is the annoying thing about the way I write. I know that people don't really care about the things I  obsess about but I know the problems are there and I know there's probably someone who's going to notice it, no matter how subliminally they do.




I've changed the italics in this post ten times now and the first line was completely different when I started.