Woke up one morning this week, my mouth hurting because I was grinding my teeth again. I dreamed of a giant water bugs infestation in our apartment and that I interpreted The Hedgehog and the Fox completely wrong. That Hedgehogs are all artists and foxes all scientists.
It’s all about my novel and worrying that I didn’t get it right. Worrying that it’s out there, worrying, worrying and worrying what the few people think of it and worrying that don’t know think anything.
It’s hard to wait.