Just a quick note: Thanks for the words of support about the writing block/crisis of confidence. I really appreciated hearing from people about their experiences. I think it is one of the big benefits of the internet to make this incredibly isolated endeavor something that can be shared.
And the good news is that on this stinky hot and humid day, I've got the critters at camp, the AC on, and I've managed to pick my writer self up off the ground, dust off my keister and get back to writing. It isn't flowing like the magical day a few weeks ago, but it is moving and I feel a direction and shape and purpose.
Whew.
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Have you gotten to the point where you are trying to get some kind of agent or whatever? I finally dusted off a novel that I wrote years ago and I've been working on it again. If that whiny bitch "Julie" can get a book deal, then I should be able to because a) I can write and b) I'm not some whiny bitch basing my book about how my life didn't turn out the way I thought it would. (Join the fucking club...I thought I'd be a White House attorney, driving a Jaguar and living in a Georgetown condo married to a guy who could be president one day. Life sucks, Julie, get a fucking helmet)
[I'm sorry; I have REALLY strong feelings about that awful book, as you can see :)]
I need a new direction, shape and purpose. My boss is a jerk and I need to reinvent my life again.
I can't help it. Just need to vent with friends.
Glad you're back on track! I still need to send you that link when I can find it...
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