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Stupid Brain.
I've reached that horrible point in the novel where I'm pretty sure it all sucks.
I have this irrational urge to delete everything I've ever written and get a job asking people if they'd like fries with their order.
I fear that if I finish this train wreck of a novel and hand it off to my readers, they will look at me sadly and say, "It's nice," and what they will really mean to say is: "This is the most horrible piece of twaddle I've ever had the misfortune to encounter, and I lament the hours wasted reading it, and in fact, I'm afraid I'm going to have to re-think our friendship."
I know that this too shall pass, but it makes it hard for me get any work done.
I have this irrational urge to delete everything I've ever written and get a job asking people if they'd like fries with their order.
I fear that if I finish this train wreck of a novel and hand it off to my readers, they will look at me sadly and say, "It's nice," and what they will really mean to say is: "This is the most horrible piece of twaddle I've ever had the misfortune to encounter, and I lament the hours wasted reading it, and in fact, I'm afraid I'm going to have to re-think our friendship."
I know that this too shall pass, but it makes it hard for me get any work done.