…I hate being a writer. You pour your heart into something and it’s still not good enough. You study and improve and listen to advice – and it’s STILL not good enough. Failure upon fucking failure. I can’t take rejection at this point in my menstrual cycle. I’m shutting away the laptop and spending the day curled up in the fetal position, drinking tea and watching ‘Homes Under the Hammer’. I’m not doing this any more.
And then tomorrow – or maybe the next day – I’ll start all over again. Cos I can no more stop writing than I can stop breathing.