After four years of constantly posting, I forgot. No excuses. None.
I have been forcing my sights away from writing this last month. Very stressed about self-publishing. Waiting on a someone who promised to get the proofreading done in two weeks then asked for an extension. I still haven’t heard from them.
Although I’m trying not to take this to heart, I am. Today I’m facing it and I’m bruised. I feel disrespected and insulted. Even a little angry.
Not with them. I could have moved at any time, but used them as an excuse to wait. I don’t think I truly knew how scared I was. Well, today I know and it sucks.
That’s my report.