Brief cathartic whinge

[dreamer_easy]

Gods, I'm knackered. Not just "had a dodgy night's sleep in the heat a couple of days ago" knackered. Soul-weary. I've only got one goal in my life and that's to get an original novel published. Everything else has become an annoying interruption. My emails are a jumble, the house is a disaster area, I never see anybody else. I wish this was all jolly and eccentric and writerly, but I'm exhausted by trying to juggle it all. My stress levels are ridiculous and my social phobia is rampant. All I need to do is develop and stick to a routine, make sure I do my relaxation exercises, and get out more often, instead of of which I go about the countryside stealing ducks. Uhhh. I think I'd better go back to bed.

Comments

[mycroft72.livejournal.com]

As far as I'm concerned, your "Doctor Who" books *were* original novels. Chin up :-)

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

*tips hat*

*lies about doing crosswords with Jon*