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1:54 p.m. - 2004-06-29 Been working on my book trying to keep my head above the water as the depression just gets worse. I had the first thoughts in four years about killing myself. It was brief, but I can't deny having it. Sigh. So I'm working on my query letter and synopsis. The synopsis is giving me a migrane so I switched to work on the query. Yeah well that's hard work too. So I'm reminded why I never ask for help. People treat me like I'm a child. "make sure you research" "Send exactly what they ask for". As if I haven't been doing this for years. As if I haven't read and researched the whole process a million times over. Argh. People just need to get the fuck out of my way.
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