So I had a good chat with my stepfather and a very lovely email from Jonathan and some very kind comments here.
I will make this work. I will persevere with my writing and I may even self publish if I think it’s good enough. Hell why not?
You know the best things anyone can say to me when I feel like shit are these:
- you are not alone in feeling rubbish
- don’t give up on your dreams
- you have overcome harder obstacles and problems than this
- keep focussed and don’t give up
- you are a good person and good mother
Lovely. Feel much better. Might be the 55 cups of coffee I drank today actually come to think of it. Or perhaps it’s because Robert (my stepdad) has a knack of being a motivational speaker or it could be because Jonathan is making a rare and spontaneous visit to London tomorrow and we’re going to hang out and he’s just brilliant.
So apologies for the misery yesterday, but if I can’t expunge myself here then where can I?