I hate when I feel like I haven’t written enough. Here it is, Sunday, and I’ve barely accomplished anything. Again.
And no, I won’t be listing laundry or TV watching or grocery shopping. What I needed to do was write. And while I spent much of the weekend trying to get it done, I accomplished very little.
Grr.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not getting anywhere and I never will. It makes me want to go to bed and not get up ever.
Damn, but I need to get published. Need to get Taro back from my betas and get it out there. Get Flame written and edited, get Rafe edited…
More time. I need more time. A friend mentioned her “Sunday night Godzilla Rampages” today and it resonated far too well. I do that too.
Who cooked up this miserable world, anyway? I have a talent. Honest. Why can’t I use it to make my living?
Please?