I have these moments where my failures at publishing feel like the end of everything.
I have let these failures trip me up and tie me down. I’ve hardly written anything worthwhile in over a month. It is ridiculous. My writing life is not exactly fuel for the universe.
Writing is just spending some time putting some lines on some paper instead of watching TV. Plenty of people work really hard to put stuff on TV for us to watch.
Would it be the end of everything if I gave up this publishing path and just posted a few things on my blog and moved on? Does it matter?
I spent a lot of time convincing myself that I could handle as much rejection as the world could dish out.
Now I’m feeling less enamored of the whole process.