It never ends. I thought stress, struggling, building, working, hard living – I somehow thought that once I “retired” from my paying career, that all these aspects of living would dissipate into the dreamy fantasy life of my new career as a writer. But no, I find myself sleepless, excited, worried, even still dreaming of that next step : what to do, how, where. And why – what for?
Ahh, but I know why. Because I’m alive. Life never ends. Keep on Truckin’.
And keep waiting for the editor to send back her final copy of your baby, your new first book!!!!!!