So today I made the terrible mistake of choosing to submit my manuscript/short stories/one story/proposal/any damn thing including a 10-year-old diary to a publisher/editor/agent/magazine/online site/blog/recycling depot and became so damn discouraged that this is the first thing I have written today.

I’m okay with any part of this post being plagiarized.

Every damn site starts off saying, “The hardest thing to get published is a book of short stories.”

Great. Wonderful. So very encouraging.

I did laundry and baked bread instead.

I shall write tomorrow. I have to. Can’t not.

But damitall – sometimes you just have to ask yourself, “Why am I doing this? Hitting my head repeatedly against a brick wall would be so much more fun.”