
The story I worked so hard on is dead in the water and it's really bringing me down. I've been trying not to whine and cry here but I just can't hold it in anymore.
The Beloved Niece gave me pointers and peptalks and ideas but still. I think I'm stymied at the thought of rewriting major portions of it. Huge portions. *sigh* I don't want to, I'm too lazy to. No one's read it so no one is waiting for new bits and...blaaaaaargh.
I feel like I'm back in school. *pout*
I was so swamped in self-pity, whining and snotting all over the place, that I decided to delete my LJ and never worry about this kind of thing again as Bob is my witless. But Comcast said "no internet for the rest of the evening for you, my friend" and I couldn't so I didn't. That, plus guilt, not to mention that it really is kind of stupid to delete the damn thing when all I have to do is walk away from it, kept me from doing it this morning (well, that and some excellent stories).
And of course without an LJ, I'd be deprived of the overwhelming pleasure you get from the occasional comment on an old story. Which by the way if you're lurking here, step up and comment, damn it, my ego is taking a beating!