Yesterday I made the conscious decision to give up on my novel with 13,471 words left.

I already lost my motivation and a bet to Alex, of which I have to publically humiliate myself for (though probably in one of the best ways, so it's really not that bad). But I don't like losing and that was already one blow to my ego.

I told my new friend Michael Aranda that I was done - over it, and going to quit.

And then he made another stupid bet with me.


I have to win now. Even though I have no motivation and little time... I cannot lose two bets to two boys over the same matter. I would have to hide in my room in the dark until January.

Sigh. Back to writing, I suppose.