Just stop it

It became clear today that I was nowhere near ready enough to send a manuscript off. I just was not able to see the wood for the trees in the time that I had. I spoke to Lorraine about it, who was working from home this morning, and simply stopped trying. I felt exhausted, physically and mentally. Taking this pressure from myself allowed me to spend, the rest of the day productively, if not creatively, organising all my poetry files, and de-duping scrivener files and so on which I found quite therapeutic. A bit fed up about not being able to meet my objective, but I will fight another day.

Cooked for everyone, and then slunk onto the sofa for the evening for an early night.