There shouldn't be lingering doubts, but there they are, like flies on the ceiling.
I should be finishing my novel and doing something that makes some small difference, but I'm not.
I often think that if truly intelligent people who have it together end up losing hope, what the hell chance do I have?
Have to keep trying, though.
I should be finishing my novel and doing something that makes some small difference, but I'm not.
I often think that if truly intelligent people who have it together end up losing hope, what the hell chance do I have?
Have to keep trying, though.
Now shut up and finish your book anyway.