Do you ever have those moments where you know you have a lot to do but are so overwhelmed that you don’t do anything and instead just sit feeling sorry for yourself? So I decided as I was sitting here wasting time trying to figure out where to start I would at least write this blog. As I don’t consider it work and get quite cranky when I can’t post the way I want to. Like last week. Now I was working on my books so at least something I like took me away. My fiction book is now out of my hands at the publisher. For better or worse it is done. My non-fiction book went to the editor after a 2 week delay. I just wasn’t happy with it. Still am not. But I can’t obsess forever. Now I have to jump on the marketing bandwagon. Maybe that’s why I’m a bit locked up. What if I have put all this work into these books and they don’t sell? I’m not at that moment of truth. I can’t say anymore I’m working on a book. They are almost out there for public consumption. I feel I may be in a place where by not doing anything saves me from potentially failing. Instead I can come up with excuses to hide behind. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Any advice folks??
Laina



