I’ve wasted an entire day worrying over a tiny blip of a technical hiccup out of my control. Basically, I have a generic title for an uploaded book, something that several other writers have used. It’s a common phrase, so I’m not worried about it being dinged, but because of the similarities, they have to go through a review process that I found out late today will take up to another five business days. All fine! I get why they have to do that.
But my brain, for whatever reason, decided, ah ha, rather than getting any work done on other projects, we’re going to sit and worry and not get anything done besides refreshing a page. Seriously, I wrote maybe four hundred words today. I write more on days when my eyes are dilated, for God’s sakes.
I hate a problem that’s out of my control. Even if it’s a tiny one, I want to be able to work at it myself.
The Rankin Flats Observer 