It is now a four-form-rejection week. I'm trying to decide if eveything I've ever written sucks because I've been over-rejected this week, because I suck at short stories and should give up on them, because I'm at the middle of the book, or because I'm hitting another god-damned cocksucking motherfucking son-of-a-bitching plateau.
I'm terribly afraid it's a plateau.
Plateaus are good. They presage a skill jump, because they bring with them an awareness of how much I suck as a writer and all the things I still need to learn.
Plateaus are bad because they are exhausting and they hurt and I don't like them.
Dammit, I wanna be good at this now. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
THIS is why so many writers quit. If you aren't insane to begin with, the industry will make you that way rather quickly.
There, all better now.