The (awful) stage of my work at the moment (will never finish) is really driving home (why am I bothering) that time (useless, pointless, garbage, crap) does not (and yet here I am) heal all wounds (and this sure as fuck does not feel like therapy).
Maria Popova at BrainPickings tells me this is how John Steinbeck felt about The Grapes of Wrath, so, as I am not crafting the great American novel, but “just a book,” I’ll probably get over it…
…or, you know. Not.
Sob.
How are you doing?
mjc
About mjanecolette
Writer. Reader. Angster. Reformed Bohemian (not). Author of the erotic romance TELL ME, the erotic tragedy (with a happy ending) CONSEQUENCES (of defensive adultery), the award-winning rom-com (she's versatile) CHERRY PIE CURE, and TEXT ME, CUPID--a (slightly dirty) love story for 21st century adults who don't believe in love... but want it anyway. A sought-after speaker and presenter, Colette is also the author of the Dirty Writing Secrets Series, which includes the non-fiction collection of essays ROUGH DRAFT CONFESSIONS: not a guide to writing and selling erotica and romance but full of inside inside anyway, 101 FLIRTY WRITING PROMPTS TO SEDUCE YOUR MUSE, and ORGANIZED CREATIVE. She's also the curator of the fab YYC Queer Writers anthologies Queer Christmas in Cowtown, Screw Chocolate, and A Queer Summer Night's in Cowtown. Releasing Spring 2020: CUPID IN MONTE CARLO.
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