that's all, that's all
Feb. 28th, 2006 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxAll afternoon, I have been trying to figure out the source of the anxiety, the odd flutter in my stomach, the pain in my head. Aside from a simple partial seizure, rather. And then I realized: I just miss my husband and I haven't been letting it out as much as I should have. He will be home on Monday. I'll be fine, because this weekend will be Girl's Weekend with Lena and Charlotte.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.
