My friends, I have to admit that I'm hitting the wall. I'm also starting to be overwhelmed with doubt. I had hoped that this would be the year I would get something to a point that I would be willing to self-publish it, or that I would submit something I had written for publication. I did manage the second, and was rejected - twice - but at least I managed to accomplish something. I have serious doubts about the first goal, though, and at this point I'm not sure it's something I should even be trying to do.
My writing isn't great. I'm pretty sure it doesn't even cross the line into "good" territory. I have ideas, but I don't know how to implement them, and I don't think I'm capable of putting them in such a way that anyone outside of my head would even care about it. I've gotten pretty accustomed to throwing words into the void, but now I don't know if I should be doing even that much.
I have no idea if I'm going to finish. Part of me really, really wants to throw in the towel, and I'm having a hard time justifying why I'm not. Maybe I'll feel better after a good night's sleep, or maybe I'll decide that I should wrap my dream of being a writer in some cotton and put it away in a trunk, where it belongs. We'll just have to see what tomorrow brings.