This is what writing is like.
Emily Brontë, age 21, in the margins beneath a new poem:
“I am more terrifically and infernally and idiotically and brutally STUPID—than ever I was in the whole course of my incarnate existence. The above precious lines are the fruits of one hour’s most agonizing labor between ½ past 6 and ½ past 7 in the evening of July – 1836.”
There’s also this, from Flannery O’Connor:
“Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay.”
Hang in there, writers. Better luck today.
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