I've been feeling a lot of pressure to write, that working on one of my books is exactly what I should be doing. Unfortunately, I have two final papers, a presentation and another two research projects looming that prevent me from devoting any large chunks of time to serious creative work. Very annoying.
Mood-wise, I am feeling a little less pained by all the rejections. I just misplaced my turtle's shell of toughness and indifference for a few weeks there. But I found it, (it'd found employment as a new age coffee table) and I won't lose it again.
Forward March!
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