The thought of my writing being rejected, or worse, ridiculed, is weighing upon me, and it's keeping me from finishing my damn book. What's worse, is that I've decided to lay off whisky for an entire month. Actually, that's all hard alcohol for a month. I will still allow myself a glass of wine, but not every day. I realized that I was drinking something at least 3 or 4 times a day, mostly out of depression.
As easy as it is for me to edit and proofread, I can't look at my own work objectively. I guess I better start sending out what I have to some beta readers, or I will not be happy when I submit to publishers.
On a good note, I just submitted 3 pieces of artwork for the San Diego County Fair. I'm much more confident as an artist than as a writer.
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