You know the drill: you pour your heart onto the page, revise endlessly, then send it out (like, here’s my heart, do you like it?), wait and wait… then your work is turned down. You crank loud music and eat ice cream while mentally beating yourself up, telling yourself you’re totally deluded to think you can write and you should give up and learn plumbing.
Thank you for this. It was just what I needed.