Writing is a terrible profession.
It has the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.
I had given my story to my critique group and was making the suggested changes. I was loving my story. Feeling the writing high.
Then some other opinions started rolling in from an editor I trust and a beta reader that knows her stuff.
Now I want to scrap the whole thing. Burn it. Never let it see the light of day.
*opens a chocolate bar*
*eats said chocolate bar slooooowly*
My word count is terrible this week. My story is terrible this week.
(Anybody know any jokes? Funny ones?)
Tell me you had a good writing week this week, will you?
Let's hope this week is better. Please. Let's pay homage to the muses of writers, maybe sacrifice some really good chocolate to them, do what we have to do to get some writing love flowing.
*looks around for any more chocolate*
I might have to go back to the store.
Wait, maybe I should sacrifice some carrots.
*eats a carrot*
Never mind. *sigh* This is going to be a long week.