Your stomach never stops growling in spite of heretofore-unheard-of (read: confessed) indulgences sanctioned due to state of grievous emergency. (May include but not limited to Chinese takeout, energy drinks, garlic crackers, stale Cadbury mini-eggs.)
Most novels you will think about or pick up are better than your novel in its current state. (Heart-rendingly, soul-crushingly better.) Nevertheless, any momentary self-doubt cannot be given free rein to disrupt your terrified output of what you fervently hope is some reasonable approximation of brilliance.
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You read other novels while working on your own? Are you crazy? Or do you merely hate yourself?
Ahh, this is good to know. And it's nice that stale Cadbury mini-eggs are being put to good use somewhere in this world. Good luck!!
"terrified output"... yes.
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