It's good to know that other writers felt like this:
The teenage me was cast into deep, dark despair by this. On my seventeenth birthday I had a midlife crisis. There I was seventeen years old and still no novel published! I was a complete and utter failure! What was wrong with me?
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
In Good Company
I'm Late, I'm Late
Still bumbling around the house here. B was up at 3am to catch a flight back to NY, so I slept in a bit (as much as I hate my job, you almost can't beat the flexibility).
I need some more coffee.
More later.
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