mentally icky, feeling whole story am working on is total S- H -I- *!
not stories fault though, idea fine, but the execution...well the execution makes me think of the other definition of execution.
Like the poor struggling thing needs to be put down, like that would be the kind thing to do.
On cheerier shores, my mother said of me the other day "Taffiny is good with words"
I'm going to hang on to that like it is a life jacket and see if it can't help me float along a bit till I can get to someplace better than where I am mentally swimming right now. In the sh*tsea.
well the first draft is supposed to be bad, isn't it?