emerging once again from the book vortex

On Monday, I was a terrible, hack writer. Tuesday evening, things were looking up, considerably. Wednesday, a few more changes (in the midst of a snow storm). Today, I'm weary, lacking objectivity. Is this book horrible, no good, a waste of time? I've spent three weeks doing nothing but revising this one book. The thought that it's no good is a terrible-horrible-no good-very bad feeling.

This happens. I feel down, and then I feel up again. Then down again. I'm not the only one – my writer friends all seem to suffer similar mental problems. It's difficult when this book-writing thing takes so much time and effort, and it's difficult not to attach your ego to a work in progress. Regardless of how it may be progressing.

The plan, now? Avoid further temptation to work on the book. It has weaknesses, but perhaps in a few weeks I will be a calmer, wiser person, capable of dealing with said weaknesses with a clear eye. For now, laundry beckons.

Today, for our viewing pleasure: Annie Lennox and David Bowie at the tribute concert for Freddie Mercury. I love Annie's dress. I don't know what to say about the mint green suit.