This is how I feel when the writing is going good. All the right words, all the right concepts. It flows, it’s fluid. It’s gooood!
This is how I feel when everything I write sucks. The words won’t come. Everything is sticky and stodgy and cliche and I’m convinced I simply can’t write, not at all.
Where’s the balance, people? What does a lowly writer have to do to find that smooth, even keel they are always talking about in life. Doesn’t it apply to writing? Why the hell not?
So, there you have it caught between Heaven and Hell and watching reality television. Ah…the writer’s life.