I’ll admit that work is probably the thing I think about most. I dread it. I think this has to do with the stress that eventually makes me sick. Whenever I get a negative comment from an editor my brain automatically sends me to what it would be like to be homeless. It makes me feel like a complete failure which isn’t good because I get several such comments a week. It’s part of writing for a living. It’s usually helpful to take some time off, go buy pet supplies or go for a walk. Then I come back and start writing and think “What was the big deal? I’m awesome at this. It’s easy.” The mental struggle is worse than the actual job.

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