So It Turns Out Writing a Novel Is Hard
Don’t worry, folks, I’m fine, I’m just having an outbreak of discouragement and frustration, which is like having a cold sore. It’s just a thing that happens sometimes, and it feels awful but doesn’t indicate anything is seriously wrong. You just carry on in spite of it and eventually it goes away. You carry on like this or like this but not like this. (Wow, that other rock looks good! I should have drawn this rock that way.) Or like this or this or this. And probably most of all like this.
It doesn’t feel pathetic at this point, and it doesn’t matter how old you are. I know you can do it!