Existential Angst
I finished a shitty first draft the day before yesterday and hey presto, like clockwork, yesterday I fell off an emotional cliff, caught somewhat by two Sams. It always happens; not the being caught by two Sams but the falling off. I’m locked in. I get to the end. I have a small cry. I wake up the next morning and am hit by a gust of such existential angst and, What’s the f*****g point that it knocks me right off my pins.
I should be used to it by now. I should have learnt to step away from the edge. Sam Jordison inadvertently threw out a net at the beginning of our conversation - we’d…
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