A short story probably sounds easy to write. Because it’s short we love and fear it. Jump on the short story rollercoaster. It’s a short and bumpy ride.
Anxiety is tough but I’m strong in doing things despite it. It’s more common than people may think. Leave judgements at the door. We all have fears and worries.
Books come in many flavours. Don’t tell me what to read or not read. You may find yourself wearing a book in the most uncomfortable of places. Book snobs consider yourselves banished!
We’re in the lurgy/infection/fevers season. I’ve been nursing a bout of badness and sharing tips for writing when ill. I am the snotty, fatigued gift that keeps on giving. Note: I’m not a doctor. Don’t sue me.
Writing the second novel in a series is both exciting and scary. You learn a lot about yourself. Mainly what a doubting, weird, procrastinator you are. Brace yourselves for ‘second novel problems’.
When a kitten appears and you were the only cat, apparently you learn to love them, not eat them. Feegle the cat gives advice on solidarity rather than competition. No kittens were harmed in the making of this post. Later is another matter.
I am rubbish sometimes at recognising my progress. I am more likely to list all my failures. Who better to teach you all about how to acknowledge your own progress? Yes, I know. Let’s call it therapy.
Life after and between depression is strange. You want to focus on being well but depression affects your life because it happened to you. This isn’t a sad story but rather one of awareness.