Not sure if it's PMS, post-travel blahs or the torn between friends and family in two places feeling, but I have been slugging around all day like I'm in quicksand. I don't have a final word count yet because I still have some stuff in notebooks from Thursday and Friday that needs to be entered. So far, in the computer I have 10829 words. Even that is much better than the 1500 I had after week one. So I'm not feeling bad about that, just ... blah.
Pressure to get the freelancing thing into full swing? Possibly. Insecurity about the book? Again? Doesn't really feel like that. I feel drained and tired. It was an emotional two weeks.
Linda helped me unpack and got me out of the house this afternoon, so that helped a lot. Hopefully after a good night's sleep I will be back to my usual book writing angst.