Rinse. Repeat.

Back to the novel.

I was in it. I was doing it. And, once again, the terror and the silence and the solitude became too much.

Mistakes! Imperfection! Failures of understanding! And technique!

Agh! Run away!

I need to learn to tolerate these things long enough to fix them.

A friend of mine calls her agent when this happens, and he says, "Take a Valium and keep going."