Thankfully, some consistent days on writing, bearing down on my to-do list, and upping my doses of medication, and I seem to have recovered somewhat from the disappointments of writing. Still haven't gotten any agent bites, but at least I resolved my query letter. Whether it's better or not, I don't know.
I'm still working on the princess crossover. It's getting damn large. I understand how some writers can write 500,000 word epics, but I don't know how they revise it. Mine's only up to 146,000, but the idea of going back through it all is intimidating. I worry about the time consumption.
But I figure as long as I'm writing, I'm getting out my million bad words. Let's keep going.
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