This week has been a great reminder of why I need to go slowly and gently at times. As of yet (possibly as of never) I do not support myself with my writing; therefore, I need to take care of myself so that I may continue to support myself and be able to also have time left over to write. I’ve been mentally driving myself batty this week/these last two weeks. My brain chemistry is not entirely reliable and my emotions are often suspect, and most of the time that’s okay. And then I slip into the mindset if I would just suck it up and deal and move on, life would be better.
Except, there are some things I can’t just suck up. There are some things that don’t require pulling on my big girl breeches so much as they require me just weathering until the storm (real or imagined) passes and equilibrium can be re-established.
It’s been that sort of week. And even then I’ve managed to get 2k words done on the new novel, write a few posts for the Pagan Blog Project over at the other blog, and make progress on my editing job. YAY!
Today we went to the local library. Instead of telling you about the books in my TBR pile, I figured I’d show you.
And this is the whole stack, minus the e-books:
And this, dear readers, is the dog:
These are good things. Happy things. I will look at these things and ignore the evil voice in my head that says all is for naught and I will continue with what I love doing.