Today, I sat back down to write. Which is hard after being out for a while. I had a house with sick people (norovirus for 10 days!), and then I hurt my back/hip and have been trying to recoup from that. A while ago, I had this brilliant idea to edit Part One of my book in its Word document. I got it done; it took a few weeks, and I added a ton, took it away, and felt really good. I deleted it. And emptied my trash. I hadn’t realized I had done this. I’ve been on muscle relaxers and dealing with less sleep with sick kids, but I have been devastated.

Today I began some work again after taking a bit of time away. Losing all that work hurt so much; it also set me back. Today, I am slowly trying again. Adding, removing, editing, and hoping this is a good sign. I did it once; I can do it again and maybe have new ideas and more.

I am hopeful that this will pass. This feeling of annoyance and anger with myself. I just wanted to try to publish in March, but if it’s April, that will be okay too. Everything happens for a reason right?