So said John Keats.
I wonder what he might have despaired about? Finding a word that rhymes with orange, maybe.
Today, I'm not exactly in despair - just, I've run out of steam a bit with all my submitting activity since the beginning of June. It's the kind of activity for which I have to generate possibility and hope and enthusiasm, moment by moment.
It feels like throwing pebbles into an infinitely deep, possibly bottomless, well and waiting and waiting for the splash...
SO - stop waiting, Caroline.