Elizabeth's spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. ‘How could you begin?’ said she. ‘I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning, but what could set you off in the first place?’‘I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.’-Pride & Prejudice, chapter LX
Before I knew it, the dream of writing fiction had overwhelmed everything else. But like the characters I've come to love so much, I'm hopelessly flawed. More specifically, I'm easily distracted by sloth videos and the sudden desire to Google-image Mr. Thornton. So this is a blog to keep me accountable about my writing progress. However, that's not to say you won't see your fair share of haikus about Nutella, comics of One Direction as cats, or tales of my misadventures in Baltimore and beyond. Charming!