So, in the paper today, I stumble upon a small article in the Life section about a local author.
The author is a 5th grade student, who not only wrote a book, but she self-published it as well. It’s available on Amazon.
Part of me wants to burn what I’ve written so far and curl up in a corner and cry. The other part of me is like, dammit, if a 10-year-old can do it, I can damn well do it.
As the two sides battle for dominance, I’ll be clipping coupons and going grocery shopping. For ice cream, cookies, and donuts.
You know…for the time in the corner feeling sorry for myself OR as fuel for the mad crazy writing session that may happen later today.