Ah, rejection. You bitch. I loathe thee, even as I’ve learned to be more tolerant of your existence. It took me damn long enough, but I still feel your claws tearing at my heart when you come bouncing into the room, all smiles and giggles, tugging at my clothing as you lean close to breath…
It’s NaNoWriMo time, and the forums and chat waves are rife with writers who plan to finish their masterpiece novel of American literature in thirty short days. I’ve done National Novel Writers Month myself and found it… generated mixed results for me. The positive: I wrote a novel! Yeah me! I write my 50,000 word…
So it’s been a bit of an uneven week. By uneven, I mean great heaping piles of it have blown chunks, the sort of steaming pile of excrement useful for fertilizing dead soil and making it deader. It started when I re-read the ending of the novel. Ugh. It really was a hot mess. Better…