Today I feel frustrated. The novel is going well now, but moving forward so slowly that it seems almost pointless. I keep getting ideas for new projects and it’s getting me down that I’ll have to wait so long to get on with them.
I feel so tired in the evenings after working, then putting Josh to bed and clearing up. I’m torn between relaxing and just trying to get on with as much writing as I can before I get too tired to see what I’m doing!