by Karen Ball
You know the days I mean. The days you ask yourself, “Whatever made me think I could do this?” or “Why couldn’t I just sell shoes?” or “Are you sure that’s how you spell it’s? It looks stupid. It’s, it’s it’s. That can’t be right, can it??”
Oh yeah, those days when the only words that come to you are “I quit.” When the only good thing about being a writer is that you can use suffering and pain and anguish in your work. When every call from your agent, note from your editor, review on a website, and comment on your blog leaves you wanting to climb the nearest tall building and JUMP!
Yeah, for those days, watch this: