I'm in a writer's funk. Why do I do this? What's the point? Nobody's gonna read any of my stuff anyway. I want to crawl under a blanket and fold into a fetal position. OK, so I still wrote last night and I'll be at it again today, and I'll probably enjoy it; but the thought of no one reading it just sucks.
Of course, the melancholy mood really helps with the story I'm writing now - it's not a chipper story. So, is it the story or is it me? Am I going through a vicarous depression along with my characters, or am I draggin them down with me?
I guess being in a "life sucks and then you die" mood is prett helpful when you write noir fiction.
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So what's the deal with the novel, sporty? You've finished the first draft. Are you getting it ready to send to an agent? Have David or Jim recommended any agents?
I have just trashed about 20,000 words of BITTER WATER BLUES. I got tired of fighting with my hero, and finally realized she pulled the book in a direction I didn't want to go (police procedural). So I dumped her ass.
Send it out on a first draft? No, it's not ready for that. I'm just concentrating on the first third for the thesis.
Everyone I know feels like this most of the time now. I blame it on the world we now inhabit. Nothing we write can change any of it and we know it.
See, you're like me, obsessing over every word.
The trouble is, the down mood is helping me in writing the current short story I'm on. I'll start the electric shock treatment after I'm done.
If it's any consolation Steve, for the past month I've felt like ripping up the contract, burning the manuscript and running away.
People keep telling me I'll get over it.
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