I've been frantically re-drafting, following the TLC MS appraisal I got back a few weeks back. Hence my quietness in Litopia.
I know authors aren't supposed to submit their work until it's ready, but I keep thinking it IS ready, sending out a few submissions...then realising it wasn't ready after all... re-drafting, being pleased with the results and thinking it's ready again and...you get the picture.
My two cents may be late. I'm thinking what would GEORGE SMILEY do? Act totally conquered. Ask if the dog needs water/food. Offer tea. Send out for lunch. Get them to make a mistake. Maybe slip a message out via the delivery boy.
I finally have the house to myself... so I can write undisturbed... and I can't think of a thing I want to write! It all seems pointless and I'm feeling talentless and sorry for myself... I know this feeling is temporary and all writers suffer from this self doubt dis-ease from time to time... but it feels HORRID!