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God, I'm depressed.
One, just one, of the many things I have to do today is re-write the first two chapters of my book and send it out to new agents.
The agency I approached first don't want it; one of their criticisms is that it's set in the recent past, so I'm taking out anything that points to it being a few years ago (nothing in Cuba has really changed since I made this trip so it's not really a biggie), leaving the time-frame ambiguous and trying again with three new agencies.
In total, I had to ditch three paragraphs. A simple enough task.
But now, everytime I read it through, to make sure it all still flows together, I come across something else that is just B.A.D. I've written and re-written and re-re-written and now I'm utterly convinced that the whole thing is a big, steaming pile of stinking poo. Or is it? I don;t know. I have no perspective on it at all anymore.
Man...
It's now 13.05. This is all I've done today and I'm no closer to completion than I was at 8.00 this morning.
Shit.
I'm having a bad, bad day.
The agency I approached first don't want it; one of their criticisms is that it's set in the recent past, so I'm taking out anything that points to it being a few years ago (nothing in Cuba has really changed since I made this trip so it's not really a biggie), leaving the time-frame ambiguous and trying again with three new agencies.
In total, I had to ditch three paragraphs. A simple enough task.
But now, everytime I read it through, to make sure it all still flows together, I come across something else that is just B.A.D. I've written and re-written and re-re-written and now I'm utterly convinced that the whole thing is a big, steaming pile of stinking poo. Or is it? I don;t know. I have no perspective on it at all anymore.
Man...
It's now 13.05. This is all I've done today and I'm no closer to completion than I was at 8.00 this morning.
Shit.
I'm having a bad, bad day.
Thanks, hon.
I'm putting it aside. I'll look at it again tomorrow. I've decided to eat instead (why didn't I put any chocolate on the Tesco order?) - and write fic. Fic is never as hard to write, have you noticed?
Thanks for your hugs and words of writerly wisdom. maybe the wretched thing will look less dung-like in the morning. ::nods in attempt to convince self::