It’s been a good week. I got new boots. New clothes. The sun came out at times. I finished another editing job. Caught up with a writer friend for coffee. And also, got my very belated Mothers Day gift in the post. Hubby was a bit miffed it took so long to get here, but it was TOTALLY worth the wait because I now have a hardback of The Scorpio Races, signed by Maggie Stiefvater. One of my all time FAV books. <3

She touched this book! ZOMG! 

Anyway… I feel like I’m on top of things at the moment, which is truly strange. The longer I’m on anti-depressants, the more I can see the ways in which I wasn’t okay before. I’ve reached this point where I actually *think* I’m functioning pretty well. I’ve been slowly ticking things off lists, making the house a generally less chaotic place, the dishes are normally done, and there are no longer huge piles of washing either waiting to go in the machine or be put away. It’s kind of nice. I kind of wonder how long I can keep it up for (the old brain says it can’t last forever), or whether this is actually just the new normal. When I have a day where stuff doesn’t get done I have to be gentle and remind myself that even ‘normal’ people have off days, so I am allowed them too. It doesn’t mean I’m about to be devoured by a black hole.
Sun-Touched is coming along nicely. It’s weird to think that this time next week I will be fixing up the final chapters before passing them along to my editor. I’m more nervous about her getting her hands on the book than I am about publishing the thing, because I know she will challenge me to dig deeper and show me places that could do with some enhancing. She is a far harsher critic than your average reader – but then, that IS what you want in an editor.
I’m already looking forward to diving into the next book, and that will come soon enough.