I’m swinging from cheery to depressed at regular intervals, and the fact that I’m facing yet another ticking clock doesn’t help. Tomorrow night, I’ve got another overnight bus trip to look forward to, and I’ve got a lot to sort out in the interim- packing, arranging, and trying to write a whole selection of reviews that really need to be done as soon as possible. My mood has been surprisingly black today- it’s just felt very bleak and strange, and I don’t feel like I’ve been completely succesful in getting lots of sleep. I’m also hoping that doing Edinburgh again doesn’t turn into a hideous mistake. I’m sure it won’t, and I’m determined to get work done on the novel while I’m there- but it’s one of those situations where it feels like life is getting on top of me. I musn’t let it.

I am actually looking forward to doing some serious work to the book. I keep hearing that people are enjoying it, so hopefully that’s a relatively good sign. It’s just a matter of getting it to the point where I’m happy to let it go- and then, the whole question is what do I do next?

Gulp…