I've been on such a lovely writing streak lately, and today, right now, everything I've written in the past several months seems like garbage.
Yesterday I was almost giddy while rereading old chapters. Today I can't finish a paragraph without judgement.
I hate these days. The days where nothing is good enough and I'm not creative enough to fix it. These are the days when I stare at a blank page in awe, feeling like the nothingness on a blank page is better than the months of work I've put in to the full pages.
*sigh*
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
-Brandolyn
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