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I don't know what it is. Maybe I haven't had the right brainwave. Maybe I"m not spinning the story into the correct twist. I don't know, but whatever it is it's driving me absolutely bonkers.

I'm convinced that I'll never come up with a good novel again. That I've blown my chance, and even with the Lily novel, I'm nothing special. I'm a no-talent buffoon who's fooling herself thinking that anything I write would possibly be of interest to anyone out there, especially with the flood of product on the market.

Every time I walk into a bookstore now I get the shivers - there are too many books. No, there aren't, but hell. How am I supposed to get my stuff published? And how are other people supposed to find what I've written? And and and and...

Sigh. At least I kept writing even though I was convinced every word was dripping with sewer residue. I think I might have to start all over again. And this time I'll work on my characters, first. Maybe that'll help.

Oh. And I can't forget conflict...

But you know what I learned today? That even a bad day writing was better than the best day working in an office.

So I'll keep at it, because if I had to go back to the corporate world at this point, I think it would kill me.