I’m hanging in there.
Anxiety has been on overdrive lately. I’m so close to finishing my book. Getting closer to finishing this big “project” Liz and I have been working on. All really, really good things. Exciting things.
But, exciting can be just as exhausting and anxiety-inducing as the bad. I mean, the big difference is that it IS excitement, thank lawd. But, it’s still exhausting. It still keeps me up at night for no reason, and torpedoes my morning writing sessions.
I’ve written 10 pages so far this week.
Not good enough.
My cowriter shared cover art with me tonight. It was amazing. It makes me really, really want to finish this fucking book. And I will.
But, first…rest.
Night.