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[megwrites]

Writing is lonely, I knew this.

I just didn't know it would turn me into a whiny five-year-old who's standing on the diving board saying "look at me! look at me! look at me!" to a mom who isn't paying attention and leave me with the sinking feeling that nobody's ever gonna give a crap and that I'm alone and there's a bigger, angrier kid on the ladder saying "jump already".

And there are no extra points for grace during a belly flop. Although, I hear there's a contest in Australia somewhere.

I have to keep reminding myself that it'll be okay.

That lots of people die penniless in obscurity and they're just fine.

Alternately, I need some writing advice:

Let's say you're working on Novel A and you've made a deep down sacred vow to yourself that you WILL finish this thing, come hell or high water.

But ideas for Novel B and Short Story C and Thingamabob D keep coming into your head. And you know yourself well enough to know that if you persue them, you will give up on Novel A.

And you have no way to judge if Novel A is any better than anything else. No way to know if Novel A is a hopeless case and that maybe going to Novel B is better.

What do you do?

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In other news, it'll be okay. :-p

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Thanks!