The more and more I hear from people, the more troubles I see. It was Ragnarök and the sun’s polarity flipped; it just seems like everything is falling apart. Maybe it really was the end of the world as we knew it and as it all comes crumbling down, the pieces begin to assemble themselves.
So never fear fellow writers and artist. Heartbreak, struggle and general no-good-very-bad-days don’t last for ever. And if they do, then you have something to write about.
Now for the (non-public) critique.