i’m in the process of sweating and gnashing my teeth. rewriting is hell on me and it makes me doubt myself which is never good.

it’s making me sweaty and crabby and right about now i’m HATING my main character, which is probably bad. i’m angry with myself and wondering how i could write something so totally awful. and really, who the fuck am i kidding? who am i kidding?

so even though you didn’t ask, that’s how i am right now. angry, pissed off, frustrated, and not digging myself too much. oh and i think i might be bored too, i’m not sure.

why do i have to write? why do i have to write? why?