Over the past few days I have been having bouts of anxiety, which is very unpleasant. I know why it is, too. It's because I have been trying to say yes to life and it is terrifying me. I got slightly panicky a couple of days ago just looking at paperback sizes on a custom publishing site, because I have to decide what size the Freeman book is going to be and that means taking it seriously and working on it and oh God oh God. And sending e-mail to Doctor Three about cisternal spinal puncture and what if he never writes back? And my writing. Oh God.
I hope that if I keep working it will get easier, and also that some of this is Paxil-tapering lols that will wear off. Also Walter's second-favorite prescription, "Get more exercise," is probably in order here. If anyone has any other good tips for managing the terrible anxiety of creation, please do let me know about them.