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Feb. 18th, 2004 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrI opened the diary file and the book file and fumbled around for about half an hour, forty-five minutes. And I accomplished nothing. It felt like what ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pameladean calls "glaring at my novel."
Geez, I've really forgotten how to do this. Crap, whatever made me think I was a writer?
Look, I'm taking the comments off because that's really a rhetorical question, and I'm not posting this because I'm begging for reassurances, all right? I'm just crabby about it.
Besides, it's pointless: in the mood I'm in, I probably wouldn't even listen to reassurances anyway.
pameladean calls "glaring at my novel."Geez, I've really forgotten how to do this. Crap, whatever made me think I was a writer?
Look, I'm taking the comments off because that's really a rhetorical question, and I'm not posting this because I'm begging for reassurances, all right? I'm just crabby about it.
Besides, it's pointless: in the mood I'm in, I probably wouldn't even listen to reassurances anyway.
