Draggin'

I'm dragging today. My little guy was sick all night with a fever. He's better now, though still warm, but still not all the way better.

Mondays are my insane day. So it'll be a long, looooong day for me. Running on a couple of hours sleep on a day when I need all my wits about me. It'll be a trick.

I got some reading done on A Sudden Frost. It takes longer for me, I think, to revise than to write the first draft of a book. It's funny, too. I always think that what I'm writing isn't good for much other than lining the cat box with when I'm first drafting. But when I go back and read it, I think, Hey! This doesn't suck! It's actually pretty good! I'm my own worst critic. I'll go through the self-doubt thing again and again before and after the book is completely done.

But I think that if you really care about what you're doing, the self-doubt demons come to visit you. It's just the nature of the beast.

More coffee needed.