But Sometimes, it’s Hard

Sometimes I get really frustrated / stressed by writing project things. I panic that I’ve worked so hard to get myself opportunities only to screw them all up by not prioritizing or just, well, not writing well enough. There are rapidly approaching deadlines and seemingly impossible rewrites and sometimes creatively crippling negative notes, like I’m 12 and I need a Good Job sticker on my Story.   I start to feel kind of sorry for myself, and so I tell this a bottle of wine and burrow up in my bed and have a small cry. It’s standardly ten minutes to 2 hours later that  I remember how lucky I am that I’m making a living as a writer, and what a small miracle that is, and then I get the crap back to work.

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