Hello, Doubt. My old friend.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you ask yourself what you’re doing and whether you should even be doing it?

Like, should I have really published? Is my work worth reading? Or are the stories in my head best kept there, or let out only for me to read?

The rational side of my brain’s like YOUR BOOK ISN’T EVEN OUT YET. GIVE IT TIME. Patience, grasshopper. And I know. Trust me, I know.

But the irrational side’s like OMG THIS ISN’T GOING TO WORK IT’S GOING TO FAIL TURN BACK NOW. And that side’s always louder.

Maybe it’s because I’ve started editing book two in the Diamond Crier series and it’s just a complete mess and I have an incredible amount of editing in front of me. Or maybe it’s because the ratings on my book aren’t bad, but they’re not great either and that makes me sad (despite wanting a variety of reviews and ratings, I WANT ALL THE GOOD ONES).

And then the funk comes and I get sad and kind of just want to curl up and not deal with anything. I’m really dragging my feet on working out the print edition of CURSE OF STARS. It’s already set up on Lulu. I don’t have an easy formatting fix for IngramSpark and it looks like that’s going to be a big pain in my ass and I really don’t want to go through Createspace because Amazon. Or is my subconscious stifling me and I just don’t realize it?


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