I am not good at this. Today I
1) took the first chapter of the new proposal to critique
2) while there I consulted with a wonderful self-pubbed friend, Cate Rowan, on covers for the two Regency historicals I plan on self-pubbing under Robin Owens (with an Author's Note there are NO animals in them, I know, shocking).
3) I got back the final edits for the December enovella and was told to look at another passage if I still wanted to shorten the front (I do).
4) I looked at my most recent writing on Heart Fortune...lining things up in my head and hoping the subconscious works on it tonight.
I suppose that's a whine, and I should be blessed, but with all these projects in the air I am petrified I will screw up not one, but ALL of them up and no one will ever buy my work again and I will starve...I guess you figured out I had a cold? Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I guess I'll go eat wurmz....
Have a wonderful weekend, really, leave me to my foolishly grumpy self...there's ice cream in the fridge, it calls to me.