Slowly, slowly writing my novel. At the rate I’ve been working, it’ll take almost five months to complete. And that’s working two or three hours a night.

I’ve never worked so hard on anything, ever. And that’s a scary thought ā€” previous projects I’d been able to dismiss because I “hadn’t worked as hard on them as I possibly could”, which is a neat little defense mechanism. I was never happy with the last big writing project I completed, so what did it matter what anyone else thought of it?

Whereas with this project I’m doing something that I’ve always been terrified of, which is showing my very, very best. And what if that isn’t good enough?