Thursday, April 12

Nothing Else to Say...

...but this:

So it goes.


  1. Hm. Hopefully that means you have no words left for the blog because you've been so incredibly busy writing that your aching fingers just can't type another word...

  2. I wish, I really wish, that was all it was.

    More like, I couldn't type through the tears...Vonnegut's death came at the end of a particularly bad hormonal attack, so I spent yet another day blubbering incomprehensibly. (I consider it a testament to my will that I managed to write about 3500 words this week, in spite of the horrendous mood swings).

    I did manage to buck up and work on my query letter for the novel I'm about to start querying, so the day wasn't a total bust...=)


If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then possibly what you are doing isn't very vital. If you don't feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don't have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough. --John Irving