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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.
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Hope the day gets better for you soon ::hugs gently::
You are so kind
::Is filled with the Love of the Flist::
I'm laying it aside for now; I'm just not getting anywhere and in continuously meddling I'm runing the risk of doing serious damage. Maybe tomorrow, the stupid thing will look less like manure and more like something I can bear to show to a real person of the literary profession.
Thanks for your hugs, hon, you have no idea how glad I am to have them. (o:
And thank God for Tescos, too, for yea, verily, they hath delivered unto me, crusty baguettes, gorgonzola, lemon olives and Chardonnay (the wine, not the character from Footballer's Wives). I'm starting the weekend early. (o:
::hugs you mightily::
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::hugs you some more::
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(It's OK, we don;t have to keep this up for long. ::G::)
Oh oh... here cvomes the rain! O:!
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Oh heck, it's ******* down!!!!