I am struggling a bit this week, as us authors often do. Every word I write sees trite, every scene not quite good enough. It's Second Book Syndrome, or so my lovely pubbed friends tell me; highly curable and short-lived. But still... So, lacking any words of wisdom myself, the lovely Jenni Walsh reassigned her fortune to me.
This glass is not half-empty, it is just twice as big.
The timing was perfect, the sentiment spot on, so much so that I may just have to painted on the wall above my desk. Thanks, Jenni