Morning is broken

Maybe that’s not how the song goes? Meh, it’s fine.

Yesterday was awesome in that I got the proof copy for Space Cats. I found lots of mistakes, so I’m going to go through and fix all the things, and then set it out into the world. I’ve done this before, so hopefully, one swipe will do it. Inevitably something else will slip through, but I can only fret about it so much before it’s unproductive.

The cover, though. So adorbs!

I got a little bit of formatting done for A Brief History, but with Tuesday and everything, not a ton got done.

We are also entering Concert Season, and with that comes Anxiety. I spent a good chunk of last night preparing for today, making a list of all the things that need to happen and by when so I feel organized and can see that yeah, things really are going to be fine and I can worry a little less. It helps to a degree, but there’s still some nerves floating that we won’t make an appointment, or not everyone will find seats. I know it will be fine, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying about it.

So with all that, I wrote a little bit (55 fiction words, 402 total words, .5 hours on publication), but not all that much. Just enough to keep a streak going, think about my characters, worry that I’m not describing enough, that kind of thing. When life settles a bit I’ll probably take another swipe through and see if I can work on those things without sacrificing the pacing I’ve already established.

Nothing is going as quickly as I want, with writing or publishing. I don’t know whether to beat myself up for not trying hard enough or to acknowledge that I’m a Writer (Starter Edition) with a family and a full-time office job and that I need to cut myself a little slack (but not too much). I suspect it’s the latter, but the former is so easy.