At first it's fear. I'm sitting here and I think "Oh my god, I'm going to start reading this thing again and realise what a bunch of crap it is and I'll never be able to write again." But I should tell myself that that kind of defeatist talk never got anyone anywhere. And I know that.
It's just been a tough few weeks. At least I've had my Scythian fix and can move on. I hope. Okay this morning, I won't work OT, I'll sit here and read the first few chapters of Gypsy Fiddle, for better or for worse.
