Oh blimey, have I hit a brick wall with my final edit! I made the mistake of giving myself a weekend off, and now even the thought of getting back into the swing of things is giving me the proverbial ‘willies’.
Last night I got my folder and my notebook out, ready to go. As soon as I opened it, I felt the black cloud descend. So I gave up before beginning and slipped away as I heard the PS4 shout my name.
I hate feeling almost fearful of getting started again; writing brings me such joy, but also brings me such frustration.
There’s a huge part of me that honestly feels as though it will all be worth it in the end. I really hope it is.
Tonight I’m going to do some diary planning and not overwhelm myself with work.
We’ll see. Today’s a new day and all that jazz. Hope it’s a good one, wherever you are.
V.
Victoria Pheasey 