Demanding words
To do a re-write on demand is a lot harder than it sounds. At least when the demands are slippery as a soap in a turkish bath. I'm not sure what to do with the hints and pointers I got from the editor and my mood doesn't help any.
I spent today staring at Udda in exasperation, fighting a cramp in my calf, doing the laundry (and since the laundry-room is four floors down my cramp got a lot of attention) and trying to cure my mood with sunlight. I even fell asleep on the balcony for an hour, bundled up like a caterpillar in blankets and fluffy slippers with my face toward the sun. I feel the burn in my cheeks now but it was worth it.
What is with this block regarding my text?! I get all angsty when I think about it and sweaty when I try to change things. I don't like anything I manage to achieve and feel like I only make things worse.
Oh, well. Only a week or two before the editors puts me out of my misery. Or puts me in deeper misery. Wow, my mood really is low. Chocolate perhaps? *wanders off to find some*
I spent today staring at Udda in exasperation, fighting a cramp in my calf, doing the laundry (and since the laundry-room is four floors down my cramp got a lot of attention) and trying to cure my mood with sunlight. I even fell asleep on the balcony for an hour, bundled up like a caterpillar in blankets and fluffy slippers with my face toward the sun. I feel the burn in my cheeks now but it was worth it.
What is with this block regarding my text?! I get all angsty when I think about it and sweaty when I try to change things. I don't like anything I manage to achieve and feel like I only make things worse.
Oh, well. Only a week or two before the editors puts me out of my misery. Or puts me in deeper misery. Wow, my mood really is low. Chocolate perhaps? *wanders off to find some*