I’m completely stuck.
The blurb for Hard Water has me and will not let me go.
I can not write this thing.
And the whole self-publishing lark is at a sanity-splitting stand still until I get it done.
Anxiety is cranking up and panic is setting in…
All over a blurb.
An idiotic, meaningless 150 words on the back of a book nobody will ever read?
I’d laugh at the amount of stupid going on in my head… but would the mad cackles ever stop?