This week, I had four subbing jobs, brainstormed for Counterfeit Diamond, and re-wrote Chapter 5 of Three Floating Coffins. I watched too much Doctor Who on Saturday. Now, it's Sunday, and I'm going to a concert with my friend.
Sometimes at night, right as I'm about to fall asleep, I wake up with the sudden anxiety of being a book publisher and having to market my writing and not knowing what I'm supposed to do. I feel powerless and afraid.
But I have work the next day, so I shove away my anxieties and try to fall back to sleep.