I think everyone reaches points like this throughout their lives.



I need more hours in the day. I need to not require sleep. I need to stop worrying. I need to relinquish control. I need to stop giving in to fear. I need to try harder. I need to try less. I'm not working hard enough. I'm not doing enough. Or am I doing too much?



This crazy juxtaposition of emotions is what I'm falling into at the moment.



Not a single book has been sold in almost two weeks. That shouldn't bother me. And yet it do...