So, hi guys? At least hi to whoever ends up reading this mess of a blog.

Sometimes I don’t wanna tweet. Other (many) times I don’t feel like talking (especially with myself).

But I always feel like writing.

Do I always feel like writing my book(s)? Nope.

Mostly, I’m in the mood for ranting, whining, and complaining. And so here we are: I created a blog.

Current preoccupations:

Will I ever finish editing my MS? Yeah, definitely, I will, but when? The days stretch into weeks that become months, and I don’t seem to finish, even though I indeed progress (or at least ‘advance,’ page-wise).

Will my finished MS be good enough? Let’s not even talk about that part.

It is frustrating. It is heartbreaking. It makes me feel small (and utterly incompetent).

I have no advice for my own self in the middle of our current nervous breakdown.

Just do it, Nike.