Sorry My Gift Sucked

 


What I think my gift is 
"My story is like colorful candy! You'll love it!"
(I'm still a shitty writer, though.)

What my gift actually is.
(A lot of stinky hot air that no-one wants.)

For reasons like I'm stupid, I thought that people would enjoy reading an entire-ass 3000-ish word chapter from my WIP.


Only one person even responded, and I didn't get the impression that they were terribly impressed. 

I am trying to figure out what I'm going to do with myself. I put so much of myself into writing things that nobody wants to read. What the hell is wrong with me.

I hate the fucking holidays. They remind me of everything that I've lost and what an abject failure I am.

There. Now you have one more thing that you can hate about me. Because the one thing I'm good at is being everybody's punching bag.


1 comment:

  1. No, no, no.
    I suspect that I am your sole responder. Just at the moment I am tired, unwell and overwrought. The 'happy' holiday season doesn't help. I struggle to find enthusiasm for ANYTHING. I also very much admire your persistence (against often overwhelming odds) to continue to write. Please don't give up.

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