From my Facebook today:
One good night's sleep in five or six, and I wake up angry at the world and depressed and exhausted. And I'm supposed to write.
~ and ~
I have not written in ten days. Right now, I have the second half of long-overdue The Tindalos Asset to write for Tor, and I owe Subterranean Press two new (long) Dancy stories, and I have Sirenia Digest No. 152 looming (so I have to write a new story for that), and someday I would really fucking like to get back to work on the novel I've been trying to write for two years...and I cannot fucking sleep, and I cannot catch a break from the anger and depression and anxiety.
Later[er],
CRK
1:07 p.m.
