So now I’m writing two book proposals. Yes, I am certifiably mad.
At least neither of them are stalling. Ceri just made us some tea, too. And as we all know, where there’s tea, there’s hope. (Here’s looking at you, Brandon Thomas.)
So now I’m writing two book proposals. Yes, I am certifiably mad.
At least neither of them are stalling. Ceri just made us some tea, too. And as we all know, where there’s tea, there’s hope. (Here’s looking at you, Brandon Thomas.)
I’m trying to bash out another book proposal, and I’m stalling. (No, not work-avoiding; stalling of the “engine stalling, abort mission, failure, failure” sort). Now I’m no longer convinced that I can write.
Yes, this goes in cycles. It’s probably healthy. Not enjoyable, but healthy. (Calvin, go do something you hate! Being miserable builds character!)
From the daily herbal newsletter I receive:
There is an old garden saying I found in the Herb Farm Cookbook that says, “You don’t have mint, mint has you.”
How’s that for a remarkably dead-on comment?