I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. Aw baby... (Reply).
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::starts to cry::
"I have an *extremely* hard time believing your book is a big, steaming pile of stinking poo. Or a little pile. Or any poo at all."
::is blubbing helplessly::
"You write wonderfully -- you need and *deserve* to believe in yourself and your writing."
::Is starting to embarrass everyone with noisy, no-holds barred weeping::
Oh.....
I SO want to say 'screw it', but I can't. It's too important. I've put it away for today, though; I know I need a break from it. And I have fic to work on - and so do you, what are you doing, wasting time over here?
Thank you for your sage words, honey. ::hugs you::