I skipped day three because I was busy writing. Day 4 I haven’t written anything yet but I have ascertained that I am somewhat satisfied with chapter 2 and can, therefore, move on.
I have been sending out query letters for the first book and getting a whole slew of rejections and that’s…well…disheartening. It affects my enthusiasm for the whole business of publishing not because I think my book is super splendid and should be accepted by anyone with taste but because it is difficult to maintain your self-esteem in the face of constant failure. Know what I mean?
I know the book isn’t terrible. If it was, my thesis supervisor would have said so. She isn’t the kind of person who’d tell me work is good just to soothe my ego. Bah. Let’s forget that and move on to the writing part.
My friend Yash said that writing is an exercise in masochism and that is so true. It’s agonizing and I don’t use the word lightly. I wonder why I do it every time I sit down in front of a blank page and face my monsters. But chapter 3 promises to be more interesting because we’ve gotten the confrontations and conversations over with and I can move on to new and fun things.