*slump*
Say you've been working on something--specifically something with words that goes on paper, something that you might be vaguely proud of because there's a chance you might actually FINISH IT and you've been using tips you've picked up from your favorite authors, and then one day you're taking a break and looking at your thing in all its bits and pieces and you realize:
"Jesusf*ck, this is the most unrelentingly horrible story I've ever written. There's literally NOTHING in here that wouldn't make suicide or permanent psychological damage seem like an attractive option at the end of this thing."
And then you DIE.
"Jesusf*ck, this is the most unrelentingly horrible story I've ever written. There's literally NOTHING in here that wouldn't make suicide or permanent psychological damage seem like an attractive option at the end of this thing."
And then you DIE.