“Savage Chickens” Sums Up My Life Pt. 2

Most days end with me stomping away, frustrated, vowing never to write again. Now I know why.



I haven’t been able to bring myself to write. This evening I started to feel guilty so I figured, if I can’t write, maybe I should read parts of the previous chapters and see how they feel. Maybe I would be inspired.

Most of the writing was only slightly better than terrible. The ideas are there. But the writing… Oh. Dear. God. To think that I’ve shown some of these pages to people is…embarrassing and unbearable.

Yes, I know we are our own harshest critics, but I’m not writing for anyone else. On the bright side, I know what some of the passages need to flow better. On the other hand, it’s very discouraging when I really just want to get through this draft. I’m trying not to be too hard on myself, but I’m really disappointed with what I read.