I admit it. I have no ideas.
Time to acknowledge my terrible efforts in pitching my manuscript has had a much worse impact than I initially figured. I thought I wallowed long enough. I thought I was past it. But it’s way bigger than that.
I am struggling. I don’t know what to write. I don’t want to write. I feel lost and untethered.
So I’ll play with my bad feelings for a little while longer.
I hope to be back soon.