You know what?
I had the whole day to myself yesterday and what did I do?
Sleep and read my book.
I'm not happy with myself about that because it really is a step in the wrong direction.
I wonder if I colonically ejected all my fire and passion for writing over the New Year period?
It certainly feels like it.
However, to be honest, the rejection did take the wind out of my sails a tad, (even though I was secretly expecting it.).
Perhaps it really is just not good enough?