February 18th, 2009 (10:35 pm)
current location:
dogbed!
current mood: cynical
current song: Spider - Pushmonkey
I don't usually have crippling attacks of self-doubt and hatred of my own work, so this isn't so much depressing or sad as it is exotic and to be studied. Oh, and hilarious!
I hate this novella. I think it's awful tripe. If I let people see it they will call me a pretentious hack who couldn't write his way through a monosyllabic word, but only after they've woken up with their face glued to one of the pages with their own drool because it lulled them into catatonia. My novella will be printed in the short printing press. When I got 62% of the way through this novella, it had to tie a chocolate truffle around its outline just to get me to pay attention to it. If I was sitting on the toilet and there was nothing to read in the bathroom but this novella and a shampoo bottle, I'd be memorizing Pantene ingredients. I would rather let a flock of drunk student proctologists practice examining me than re-read this story. If Adolf Hitler paid the Wicked Witch of the West to turn the HIV virus into a story, it would be this novella.
It sucks.
...Actually, I feel better just having written those. Hahaha! Poor novella. All right, back to work.
13645 / 20000 words. 68% done! (And it would be more if I didn't keep rewriting everything, but my usual self-control has been stolen by this Hitler-Witch-HIV story's bad juju.)