As a wise woman once said, "Can you speak up? It's hard to hear you with that pity dick in your mouth." -Blind Al
I've been wallowing in self pity and depression for a while now. And I caught myself thinking earlier that I used to have dreams and aspirations. Used to. Past tense. What the fuck happened to me? I don't know when I gave up, but that's bullshit.
So, with that in mind, I've decided to get off my ass and start sending query letters again. Yes, my novel still needs work. But I have to try.
Of course, my depression is still very real, and my failures are still just as painful. So, I'm sure I'll still blog about how much things suck. But at least I'm going to keep trying.