The amount of work staring me in the face is stupid.
From website building to self-publishing to completing my first Cozy Mystery, January awaits my anxiety-ridden, panic-happy butt with a sneer and a snicker.
For a girl who can’t even handle a 10hr part-time job without disintegrating into mental hiccups and hives, I should be cowed.
People mistake not being able to work with not wanting to work. I want to work so badly it hurts.
So, bring it on, January! I’m ready for you.