I’ve done this before and I’m sure it’ll happen again. Every doubt about getting the next book finished on time likes to attack.
I just don’t think I’ve had quite so many other things going on at the same time to compound the worries. And the pressure to add more to an already crammed schedule… There very well might be hair pulling going on.
I’ve also felt bad that I have nothing of note to share with people on my various social media platforms. I feel like I’m a very dull person, but part of it is also I’m not sure what people want to hear about. So, I could have something interesting, but I never know what to share.