Friday, June 21, 2002
Today it began. And it's not that I'm surprised, except that, by all rights, it should have begun four months ago. The point where I begin to doubt that the novel has any integrity whatsoever, that my writing is the least bit worthwhile, and so on and so forth. It never ends. No matter how many novels or short stories I sell, no matter how many comics scripts, no matter how many glowing reviews I get or awards I win, this maddening cycle of self-doubt remains, unchanged. If anything, it becomes more tangible. I wasted at least an hour today just wanting to start the whole damn thing over from the beginning.
And then I wrote 1,142 wds. on Chapter Nine. If I can pull a marathon day tomorrow, I can be finished with Chapter Nine and take a couple of days off.
What else. My LA agent, Julien, called and we had a long and encouraging conversation. Here in Birmingham, it's very hot, but at least there are no forest fires.
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