I'm afraid it hasn't been a very good day. Not that there's any particularly bad piece of news that's just arrived, or anything of that sort. Indeed, there are plenty of reasons to look up in hope. But today, I've felt really down.
A few words of advice: when you leave a job, try not to do it during the summer months. There's less work going around and you have to compete against all those students on their co-op terms. I've been between jobs for six weeks, and I must say that the novelty is wearing thin. The fact that Fathom Five is done, and no major new writing project is presenting itself (beyond the Trenchcoat Farewell Project, which is going okay) isn't helping. I feel lethargic, out of touch and frustrated. My brain knows that this time will pass, that there are promising prospects lining up for September, but it my heart doesn't feel it.
Erin says that I'm one of the most emotionally-well-together writers that she knows, but even I get my bouts of depression. It's not been a good day.
Anyway, enough feeling sorry for myself.