What A Difference A Week Makes
I hate it. I don’t want to write it anymore. It stinks.
posted by Sandra Scoppettone at 9:56 PM
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
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3 Comments:
I sincerely doubt that it stinks. Really. Give it another chance.
I did. I liked it okay today. I just want to show how it goes from day to day, week to week.
It's always that way. Hour to hour sometimes. I'll sit down after a couple hours and read what I wrote and think, my god, this sucks.
Then an hour or so later, after I've stabbed myself with a fork a few times, I try again and realize, hey, that's not so bad. In fact, it's pretty damn good.
It goes on like this seemingly forever, then the book is done.
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