Crisis of writerly confidence

I'm at THAT STAGE of writing. The point where Neil Gaiman calls his agent and announces he's going to become a garbage collector as he clearly has no talent. The agent just smiles and says brightly, "Ah, we're at THAT STAGE, are we?"

I got two royalty checks this month. They totaled $32.
One book sale netted me a whole 2 cents. I make more than that walking across the parking lot!
The best novel I've written has sold 20 copies, despite good reviews.

I have 2 books, a game book and a short story synopsis in the works.

I am stumped on one book.
I hate the second.
And my muses are side-eying the short story anthology going "Really? You really think you're up to annother funny one?"

Whine whine whine.
Put on your big girl panties and drive the damn bus, Angel.

But someone tell me I'm not hollering down a rainbarrel to hear my own voice?
Someone tell me I'm not devoting my life to writing books no one will read?
Because if no one wants my stories, i've got a house that needs cleaning and blankets to crochet.

My tweets

• Thu, 15:15: Shameless Self Promotion http://t.co/1M6QgqwI
• Thu, 15:18: Good review http://t.co/aMidcNnV
• Thu, 16:29: State of the Sooky http://t.co/yn0APeoE
• Thu, 16:32: "Between Despair and Ecstasy" snippet http://t.co/K7cDDCXl
• Fri, 11:53: Crisis of writerly confidence http://t.co/EzNINQkR

State of the Sooky

Writing:1069, mostly BB, some pregen characters

Editing: Hard Reboot

Reading: A Cowboy's Heart,

Workout: none

Flying: made bed, swished and swiped

Crafting: none

Media: none

Business: Uploaded Kindle versions of Into Dark Waters and Nikolai. have the revised print version of Nick. Must get Mudd onto prnt version of Into Dark Water

finally

Have named StupidBitch "Caitlin" as I hate the name, hate the sounds of the name, hate the people I knew with the name and hate her.

Now off to work and then back to grind through more edits.