Got most of the Christmas shopping done and put up the Christmas tree yesterday, so I'm finally getting some Christmas cheer. Seeing the in-laws on Saturday and my parents next weekend, so there is some good Christmas booty in my future. Tonight I'm wrapping gifts, watching a Christmas movie, and reading. I'm not going to feel guilty about not going to the gym and not writing. Though, I got another rejection today, so I have to resubmit it somewhere tonight. I can do that.
Why is it when I read a good hook or idea or something that someone else has written, my first thought is "Damn, that's good, I so want to read this book/story" and the second is "All of my work sucks, I can't do as good as that. Maybe I really should throw in the towel?" Why can't I get it through my head that just because someone else is talented, that fact does not make me untalented? Stupid writing angst.
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Ah, dude, we all feel like hacks. Welcome to the club.
(Sekrit decoder ring is in the mail.)
You know what we say out here in hippy-land:
Everybody has to do their own yoga.
You are on your own journey, and you will arrive where you are s'posed to go.
And, you have tons of talent and you rock!
Make yourself feel better, or at least completely tripped-out: watch "What the BLEEP do We Know?" on DVD! I was completely blown by this crazy movie.
Merry Christma-Kwanza-Kah, baby! I am thinking of you with deep affection and sending you hugs.
Thanks, dudes. You guys know how to make a girl feel loved. :) I think I'm making "Everybody has to do their own yoga" my new mantra.
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