Writing is hard. I’m trying not to drown myself in insecurities.

I am overwhelmed. I may not have my wife to murder or Gilder to frame for it, but it feels on a similar level.

Today’s journal entry is all about world-building. It’s a light read. I promise. Except for that bit in the middle where I whine. Other than that…oh, that bit at the end – yeah, more whining. Hmph. I thought it was lighter than it is.

I’m a tired yet resilient Gen Xer who will be pushing through on revisions, but I don’t have to like it.

Life is hard. Our egos make it harder. I’m hoping a cup of tea will fix my ego-induced I’m-not-worthy crisis.

I think I hit the wall. Not writer’s block per se, but something like it. The I-don’t-see-the-point-in-all-this-writing-stuff phase.