IN a real funk and panic about RWA. Almost tempted not to go. Pressure, pressure. Not just the pressure of whatdoidowithmycareer but the pressure of idon'thavemanyfriendsthereandnoonetohangwithandtherewillbelotsofpeoplethere.
I'm trying to write a book in a new genre, which is going well when I can write. But the pressure I feel...zowers.
like I told a friend at work today, I feel like a Conestoga wagon on the Autobahn. Everyone is zipping by in their sports cars and I'm a few hundred years, and miles, behind them.