God, I'm depressed.

[panik]

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.

Comments

[maybeatdawn.livejournal.com]

One of the most difficult thing a painter has to learn is to stop working on a canvas because the more he looks at it , the more he see things he may or feels like to change.
So may I suggest you to go and try to focus on a landscape , a plant, an animal you like and to give it all your attention and gratefulness for some time. Then come back to your book and do the first thing that comes to your mind. You may be surprised. Ask Blair, this can be effective.
And don't forget to rest, the nature does it too.
Take care gifted lady.

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

Wow.. Gosh, praise indeed!

Thanks so much. I did go for a long walk in the woods and got soaked to the skin. It seemed to do me good. (o: