All the funny pep talks and encouragement from our dear Chris Baty couldn't blind me to the fact that my novel about a rock climbing shape shifter who craves apples and throws up after eating fast food, ought not to be written. I fell 10,000 words to my death. And now I know I am capable of writing pure drivel—check that one off the list. Next time, I'll have a plot and a plan and utilize that multi-thousand dollar education I am still paying dearly for....
You make me smile! Can you believe this--I finally logged on again. Now I just need to write some of my own drivel--that's what it's all about, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteThis made me laugh too, we change, but we are all still pretty much the same, that is comforting.
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