I hate nights like this. It’s Thursday night. I haven’t written since Monday.
You’d think I have far too much work behind me to doubt my talent. You’d think I’ve put way too much time into this, to ever think it was a mistake.
You’d think. Even though I know damn well I was meant to be a writer, and I couldn’t stop if I tried–tonight I have to wonder. It’s been THREE DAYS since I wrote. Every night I sit down at my computer and I stare at it.
I open the file and I read. It’s all crap. I read it as fast as I can, trying to get to where I stopped, and I just want to delete it all. Fuggit. Forget it. It’s CRAP.
Yes, I know it’s not. I KNOW it. But I can’t believe that tonight. I don’t feel it.
It’s all crap.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll just go the hell to bed and feel sorry for myself.
Your purpose in life is to use your power for goodOf all the life paths, yours has the most innate power.