Feed the beast. Acknowledge what it's craving and give it to it.
No worries. There's always tomorrow. Slow pace, forgive yourself, and try again the next day.
These talks began a few weeks ago when I figured out that, on a good day, I have three hours to write.
Thankfully, like the Turtles say, "It's time to go back."
This is a short one this week, as Project: DEED is nearing it's finish and I really must get back to it as I'm putting this online.
Not sure about the titling, but I do want to bring this back for the new year.
The agent who put me on this journey could still say, "No thank you."
It's a little disheartening, and not at all lost on me how similar it feels to following a career in writing, to spend so much time on something, dedicating waking hours and breaths to a task, only to have it fail.
I don't really believe in otherworldly stuff, Patsy.