August 19th not-so-Morning Pages

I find that I’m so traumatized by the rejections I’ve gotten of my written work over the past months that I have like writer’s PTSD.  I don’t even want to submit work anymore… I feel like I’m already rejected, and yet there’s only one way to get published and that’s to submit.  Nobody is going to come knocking on your door.  This sucks.  I don’t think I was cut out to be a “writer.”  Maybe I was simply cut out just to write and call it a day.  Let it all just crumble and die along with me.

I’m very edgy today.  The dog is annoying me no end as well.  She is whiny and she needs her glands squeezed – ugh.  No – I don’t do that… I’ve got to take her over to the vet for that, but in the meantime, until they can see her, she’s got some very disgusting habits, I can tell you that.  And then after licking the most horrible parts of her body imaginable, she comes over to me and wants to lick my face —— shudder ick yuck.  Or she’ll sit on my lap and her butt is still wet from licking.  SO REPULSIVE.  My cuddly adorable dog is suddenly totally repulsive and disgusting.  I’ve got to get her over to the vet before I am totally grossed out by her.

I really don’t have have morning pages in me today.  (And she’s looking at me with those… “What’s the problem?” Eyes cuz I just used a “no” voice to tell her not to lick.) Yeah, these are first world problems, aren’t they?