A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-SIxty-Five
I had a bit of a late night. Melissa and I went out to dinner with my brother and his wife and it got a bit late. We didn't get home until around midnight, I think, and I was already kind of tired. I considered letting myself take the night off again, but it felt too soon for that, so I just took a few minutes to rest and clear my head, and then I came up here and got to work. I know it is important for me to keep my writing practice going, though I do, at times, feel like I could ease up on myself a bit at the moment. Ironically, I think that having the book coming out has me feeling that way sometimes, like a part of my mind thinks I can relax because of it, which seems strange to me. For one thing, I don't have any real certainty about what is going to be with the book at the moment, however positive I think things look, but more importantly, even if this book is a success, I wouldn't want that to be the end of my career as a writer. Perhaps, really, it is just the stress of dealing with the launch and with everything else going on in the world right now. I am just glad that I have built strong habits around my writing practice; I know that itself, often, is what pushes me to do the work.
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