Okay... so I was going to write some posts about New Authors' Moments of Panic, and, believe me, I have lots of them. Every day.
But I worked so hard over the weekend that my eyes are still blurry and my head feels like it's going to explode. And when I get that way, everything I hear seems portentous... cryptic and negative. Which leads to moments of panic. So, yeah... it's been one of those painfully difficult days and I don't think I can write, which is rather Zen-like because here I am, despite feeling like an utter failure who's wasted his entire life and is going to quit writing and go and watch television.