Sex on television can’t hurt you unless you fall off. ~Author Unknown
I’m heading down the stretch, I can see the finish line…and I’m closing my eyes, wincing even. The neurosis of writing is creeping up on me like a fog. I can see it, can’t feel it, but all of the sudden I’m are ensconced in it, and it’s stifling me. It’s daunting, and scary. I know when my editor says, “Karin we have some work to do, but your story is fine,” the fog will lift. Of course I have gone to my published friends and at gun point made them tell me how neuronic they were when they turned in their first book sold on proposal. I know I am not alone in my freakingoutdom, and I also know how a reasonable, confident woman can be reduced to a pathetic blob of insecurity. I do not like this feeling, it’s an uncomfortable fit for me, :cursing: and l live for the day it passes.
Taking a deep cleansing breath folks. My book is due to be turned in next Fri the 21st. I’ll let my breath out when Lauren reads it and says she still wants it. Of course I may have died from asphyxiation by then.
Stand by, and write on.