The editor messaged me this morning, saying that it was released at dawn today.
It's time for release again.
So fast.
It feels like just yesterday that I uploaded my new book, no, it should be said, it feels like just yesterday that I finished my last book... That vibrant, burgeoning state of life still seems right before my eyes, how did it turn into the release site of my work in the blink of an eye?
Someone must have cranked up the speed of my timeline. I hope they come forward and confess soon. They better not let me catch them, or they'll have hell to pay.
Of course, it could also be because, well, happy times are always so fleeting... right?
But I don't seem to have been all that happy!
As it turns out, days just fly by that fast, whether you're happy or not. The only time they seem to drag on forever is when you're suffering. Take, for example—writer's block, writer's block, and more writer's block.
