Discouraged

I’ll admit it, the past few weeks have left me discouraged. I haven’t written much, except in revisions. I’ve neglected this blog. For the first time in a year, I have only one submission (the requested revision) out. Despite having some positive feedback this summer, I’m lost in a land of… is this ever going to happen?

I feel blah about writing (okay, really I feel blah in general. Thank you, pregnancy).

I don’t want another rejection.

I don’t want to hear, you’re a good writer, but…

I don’t want to keep expending energy on manuscripts that don’t seem to fit anywhere.

I’m tired ALL THE TIME (again, thank you, pregnancy).

I feel like a big ball of anti-social complaining.

I don’t know where to go next.

But amidst all of this angst, doubt, and general ennui the hope and desire just simply don’t die away. As I wrote to my CP the other day… What can we do? Giving up means never getting there. Giving up means there’s NO chance of getting what we want. Trying unsuccessfully sucks so bad, but there’s more hope in it than giving up.

So, I feel like crap. I’m wallowing in a negative head space, but damn if I’ll give up.