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[taste_is_sweet]

Very good thing: two people whom I haven't spoken to in regrettably ages but whom I like very, very much were kind enough to friend this journal. Thank you. :)

Funny thing: hammered her feet like hammers seems to be becoming an in-joke for the ages. I've decided to be pleased about this.

Bad thing: Another one of my FList left some thoughtful commentary/critique stuff on my most recent brigits_flame entry, which I found last night, skimmed, and then lost all courage to actually read. I haven't read it yet.

And unfortunately for me--probably because I got another rejection for my novel the same afternoon I was writing the damn entry--where I was merely scared to write anything, now I'm kind of paralyzed with terror and misery.

I have no idea what to work on today. Pape and Danforth? Gills? At the moment I'm feeling like they both suck equally.

I know, I need to get over myself. People love what I write, etc. etc. But today it is especially difficult. Maybe I just need more coffee.

Okay, I'm going to read the critique now.

Comments

[innana88.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'cause coffee always helps someone relax.

Oh dear, my intentions were totally to tell you not to let the things in the book review get to you, but I made several assumptions and well, you know what they say about the cobblestones on the road to Hell...

I didn't mean to paralyze you with terror and misery. I can sally forth sometimes without taking other factors into account and I'm really sorry about that.

[taste-is-sweet.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, Coffee is agitation in a mug, I realize. But it's also a mood enhancer. A beautiful, legal and (relatively) cheap mood enhancer, and I love, love, love it. Love. Yeah.

Though not quite as much as you, apparently. ::g::

And lest you misunderstand, it wasn't you who made me end up a quivering wreck today, it was how I reacted to Friday's disappointment and then your not saying everything I do is perfect. You're not responsible for my wretched lack of self-esteem, eh? Nor are you required to somehow magically know exactly what I'm feeling about my writing (or life in general) before commenting on anything I've posted.

You are a good friend (and person). I am a nutjob. There ya go. :)