So, I have been wallowing in self-pity about my writing style the past--oh let's say--month and a half. And today has been the worst.
I STINK AS A WRITER! I totally have to get that out there, and boy does that feel good. My writing world is crashing down on me. None of my stories want to be written--and that's a lot of stories--and my characters only care about shopping for some strange hell-ish reason.
So, since I stink as a writer--and I did enter a contest just with my online writing group--and of course, the other entries rock. I realize that I wrote something really really sappy and stupid. I can't write, I just can't. Nothing right now could make me feel better--unless someone could ship Josh Groban to me--but still, not even my favorite music can console my desperate living soul that needs words to live.
But since I stink--since I started to say that earlier--I am going to try and just make some covers for all my stupid story ideas.
Oh and you want to know why I call them all stupid ideas? Because for some reason I can't write them fast enough--but someone else is getting them out there before me! I sure hope that their writing sucks as bad as mine does with those stories.
I know I shouldn't wish that upon other writers, but that is how I feel at the moment. And only Sophie Kinsella can cheer me up with her wondrous world of women in great careers but screw them up somehow and find love at the same time. I have seriously never even read about someone having a nervous breakdown, but Sophie Kinsella can write it in one chapter. How cool is that? I laughed the whole way through it. I love that woman's writing and always will! Thank you Sophie for keeping me laughing in my time of self-despair.