After six weeks of starving - according to reports on the high street, local sweet and cake shops are in danger of closing down due to CateDeflation - I've dropped a dress size. Go me! And how do I celebrate, I go out and buy the prettiest cupcake baking book in the world. Fail. Deciding I need to hide the offending book, I've secreted it somewhere I visit daily. Double Fail.
Though it does help that I can't bake, cook, have even been known to fail at sandwiches. Goddess I may be, domestic never. Erm... Okay, I kind of fail at goddess too, but I'm certain the rejection gods worship me.
Received a partial rejection for Grim Glass Vein today - form, no hints. For about half an hour I went through the wailing phase: Oh, I'll never be good enough; I stink (sniffs armpits); My novel stinks (sniffs paper); I should give up, it's never going to happen; If you haven't cracked it in twenty years; Blah; Blah; Blah. And then I picked myself up (yay, for not being as heavy), continued working on Theatre and got over it. As I said on twitter:
Goodness, I've just bounced back from a rejection so fast, I met myself in the down lane and pinged right on past.
I want this, so I guess I'll keep fighting. Cue Rocky theme tune.