January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester’s bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
A BIBLIOPHILE'S STYLE 
Argh. It’s quotes like these that make me despair of being able to call myself a writer. And Aly just told me the other day that she was reading a Kindle book written by this young whippersnapper of a YouTuber (Zoe Sugg) whose debut YA novel broke records the first week it came out. I am in a writer identity crisis…
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And I’ve been a bad beta reader lately to boot. 😦 I promise to send you an encouraging email this week!
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Ah, no worries on that! As I told Sarah (Intrepid former TA and now beta), the longer you get back to me with feedback, the longer I can procrastinate not writing it, which is great coz I have loads of end-of-semester work to do.
It’s funny, really: I’m in that writing slump because I feel uninspired, and I’m uninspired partly because I’ve not gotten feedback in a while, but if I did get feedback now and still remain uninspired, then I can’t blame it on the lack of feedback and may just fall deeper into the slump and give up the ghost altogether.
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