Empty

I’m not writing today. I think I’m having a crisis of confidence. I feel terrified and paralyzed and empty.

I’ve realized the problem. It’s been 3 days since I sent the first 20 pages to a couple of friends and an editor. I haven’t heard back from any of them and it has to be that it’s terrible, right?

Yup, I’m crashing. 

Big breaths. Big breaths and everything is going to be fine.