Frustration
Frustration. That’s how I feel right now. Nothing from agents. Christmas spirit? Not really. Writing? Don’t wanna . . . What to do now that semester is over? Manic cleaning of house. Here we go.
Frustration. That’s how I feel right now. Nothing from agents. Christmas spirit? Not really. Writing? Don’t wanna . . . What to do now that semester is over? Manic cleaning of house. Here we go.
I think the waiting game with agents is like when you were a teenager and were waiting for a boy to call, and he never called or worse, he called and turned out to be a dud. That’s what it feels like. Best thing to do? Write more. That’s always the answer and occupy yourself and eat chocolate, and such is the life of the paranoid writer.