everything i write is junk
not the best of days, today.
i’ve scribbled out more than i’ve written. i’ve got bit characters jumping out of the woodwork every time i put pencil to paper. i’ve spent more time staring at the page than actually writing.
i know it’s just a funk*, but i can’t seem to like a single word i write. at the very least, i’ve been forcing myself not to go back and re-read the few pages i have written, lest i throw the whole lot into the circular file.
oh, i also got some more rejections. one for a short story, and one for an agent who had requested a partial of NGD.
on the up-side, i’m now free to send a partial to another agent who requested it some time ago, but on an exclusive basis, so i had to wait to hear from this other agent first. it’s printing out as i type this and will go in the mail first thing in the morning.
silver lining, right?
* it better be.