Some days I read something brilliant and feel like a hack.
Some days I read something awful and wonder HOW it ever got published.
Some days I write and I'm sure what I've written is fantastic.
Some days I read what I wrote the day before and think, "How did I think this was okay yesterday?"
Some days the words flow and I love writing.
Some days writing is hard. I force words to come. Those words suck.
Some days I wonder why I didn't choose a less frustrating obsession. Like cooking. If I put all the time I've devoted to writing into cooking I could be an awesome cook. Maybe. But I love to eat, and if I was an awesome cook I'd probably be a bit chubbier, so it might be a good thing that I chose writing.
Some days I don't write at all. I hold my baby. I read a book. I play blocks with my three-year-old. I watch American Idol. I might even do some laundry.
Some days I'm sure I'll never finish writing this stupid book.
But I'm sure I will... someday.
NEW KINDRILY COVERS!
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I'm so excited to reveal the new covers for my Kindrily series!
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