In which it occurs to me that I really must stop and think.

[pink_siamese]

I have no idea what's going on in this novel. I thought I knew, but once again I find myself backhanded by the obstinate truth. (And trust me, this whole backhanding thing is way more fun when the truth is in someone else's hand. When it's in your own you just feel sort of redundant and stupid.) In the immortal words of Lucinda Williams, Everything

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[tamago23]

I made the icon below last night for my writing journal, because for me, it perfectly sums up that feeling of WTF?! when I get bitchslapped by the story.


You have my sympathy. Sulk as much as you need to to get it out of your system - but as you might put it, "don't strangle in it". :)