Wednesday, July 5, 2017


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.

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