Getting to it early. Swamped by the third day blues. I’m a crappy writer, what the hell am I doing, I should give in, etc. The usual stuff. Lots of self-doubt. Probably shouldn’t have signed up this year. Probably shouldn’t sign up ever again, unless I can get my ass in gear in the meantime. Have no discipline, no gumption, no brain cells that are actually functioning. Any hopes that I might have a full novel, crappy or otherwise, to send in are gone. Miracles can happen and you never know but given how far behind I am now, I don’t see it happening. Still, I’ll keep trying to write until the deadline and send in whatever I have done. It will probably only be about 25 pages or so, which is both sad and completely predictable.
Oh, yeah, and the Book Television segments haven’t gotten any better. So exceedingly dull that I keep forgetting to tune in. Not much point in keeping the channel, really.
