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blablabla, dammit, failure, inner-editor, loathing, nanowrimo, self-doubt
Damn writing and damn my stupid dreams.
I wrote around a thousand words today, and with it I reached the half-way point of my nanowrimo challenge, but I didn’t believe a word of it. It was mediocre at best, and my inner-editor now wants to throw it out together with the other 24.000 words. Well, what my inner-editor is literally saying is this; ‘Hey asshole, so you think you’re a writer? You’re never gonna be anything more than second or third rate. Better stop fooling yourself and cut the crap. Keep to reading other people’s work’.
Stupid inner-editor, Ruler of self-doubt, Master of self-hate.
It felt like such a good idea writing about the past, but it has proven difficult to remember events and characters and I haven’t even started on the truly traumatic part.
Nothing makes sense. What’s the point of anything really?
Dammit.