Too few people share the emotional challenges of writing. Most of this week has been absolutely awful. I started editing “The Soak” Seriously, I wanted to smash my keyboard and shove the plastic shards under my fingertips.
I’ve really been getting my ass handed to me by this book. Rocky style. Slo-mo punches to the face, spit flying everywhere. Here’s what it’s been like, day-by-day:
Okay let’s settle in with the kindle and read thi… OH MY GOD! THIS IS SO BAD I JUST THREW UP IN MY MOUTH!
I should quit breathing
Let’s not be silly, I should just quit writing.
Okay, I shouldn’t quit, but this novel is unsalvagable.
I am never going to crack this story, let alone finish it.
WHOOOOOOO! I GOT IT!
“You’re all clear kid. Now let’s blow this thing and go home!”