I had a crisis of confidence today. These things happen from time to time, so I’m used to them. Happened with the last book, and it’s a good bet that it’ll happen with the next one, too. But it’s never pretty.
I work myself into a right old state. I can’t seem to focus on the solution and go round and round the problem in ever decreasing circles until my ability to write anything from a shopping list upwards just freezes. Copious amounts of tea sometimes helps. Copious amounts of chocolate, too–except I’m not allowed to eat that at the minute. Continue reading
