August 25th, 2022 – 1,429

All’s good. I managed to conk out, and yes I am still skirting the edge of burnout, I think recognising I wasn’t wallowing, and that I wanted to climb out. That’s hard to do and it’s not a magic pill if you do, but it does at least for me mean I don’t get locked into a ‘woe is me’ mindset. And I managed to write a super cute scene in TEL today, which only affirms that what I want to write is cute LGBT melancholy sci fi. And it only took me writing fifteen books over the space of a decade to figure that out. Who knew?

Me, the entire time. Also I really should watch the Netflix adaptation of Sandman shouldn’t I? Then again I don’t even have Netflix…