Like when I sat down to write something for NaNoWriMo last week and quickly crushed my own dreams
It helps to know I'm not alone but of course this is not a cure for the utter shit I produced. I have to laugh and cry at myself and keep going. Writers, we must trudge through the muck.
"Winter mornings are made of steel; they have a metallic taste and sharp edges. On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitel