Not that, ya know, I've ever done such a thing. Nope. Not me.
I was editing. Me and the manuscript-of-angst were getting along fine.
Then I cut the last half of the book off (THREE TIMES!). The novel hated me for that, but I was like, oh hey, I AM THE WRITER SO BACK OFF!
I got it to a place I wanted it, but I couldn't leave it alone! It needed just one more edit. Though, that really means changing every stinkin' word.
I was going pretty good and then *BAM* I hit a wall.
That was four days ago.
This morning when I woke up I realized that I had fallen asleep in my clothes while not accomplishing anything. I got mad and changed out of my clothes into P.J.'s.
I can think in P.J.'s thankyouverymuch.
And then walked my kids to the bus stop wearing them because it's not about pride, peeps, it's about GETTING THE WORK DONE.
(Can we all tell I'm a wee bit frustrated?)
When I got home, I went on a whining-bender to all my friends: I suck! Everything I write sucks! I'm going to give up!!!
I drank a pot of coffee while everyone tried to calm me down. Aren't they nice?!
Annnnnnnd then I got to work and finished the chapter I was working on. Yay!
It's a slow start, but me and my P.J.'s are going to crawl our way out. Oh, yes we are! Take that manuscript-of angst.