Pandora clapped the lid on, just in time to keep Hope from flying away…

“You know, I know you feel like you did a good job, but this is just your first book.  It’s probably not very good at all…maybe you should give up on it and just write a few more before trying to get published.”

“Maybe it’s time you focused on something else.”

“You’re so good at articles…why don’t you write those, instead?”

We all have doubts about our writing.  Unfortunately, not all of mine are solely in my head.

People have been telling me, lately, to work on something else.  That Traditor’s lack of success shows that it is subpar, unworthy, somehow fatally-flawed.  They’re not fans of me working on Damnatio Memoriae, either.  Fruit of the poisonous tree, I guess. 

Honestly?  They’re probably right.  But I’m just not ready to give up on Bryn & Mer.  I’m not ready to abandon their story, their world.  Even if I’m the only one who ever travels this path, I have to see it through. 

557 words today.  And I wrote a poem.  I can’t stop: this is who I am.

Working Title: Damnatio Memoriae
Word Count: 2,926
Writing Mode: Trudging