Maybe it's the time of year. It's coming up to the one year anniversary of my sister's death. I'm spent, used, tired, frustrated and sad.(oh and broke)
My get up and go, got up and left me a long while ago and I'm just one raw nerve. I just can't take anymore bad-negative news.
As much as I do feel my novel is as good as anything out there now (in my genre) I feel like a prize fighter that's too punch drunk to realize he's had the sh!t kicked out of him.
My get up and go, got up and left me a long while ago and I'm just one raw nerve. I just can't take anymore bad-negative news.
As much as I do feel my novel is as good as anything out there now (in my genre) I feel like a prize fighter that's too punch drunk to realize he's had the sh!t kicked out of him.