It's done
The book that is. All this time and now it's done. It feels like a hollow victory though. It's like the book's done but my friend's dead so who gives a fuck about the book? I think that writer's block I've been dealing with all this time was fear of finishing it because once it's done that means it's time for me to be told how worthless it is and how worthless I am and I'll have to go back to on-line publishing again, which seems like a dead end.
Sorry if the post is a jumble. My thoughts are all over the place now. I should be happy but how can I be? Like I said to Naama yesterday, I can't let things go. That's always been a problem of mine. I hold on to things until they fester. I guess time is the only thing that helps.
Sorry if the post is a jumble. My thoughts are all over the place now. I should be happy but how can I be? Like I said to Naama yesterday, I can't let things go. That's always been a problem of mine. I hold on to things until they fester. I guess time is the only thing that helps.