So, I’m 50 now. Still feel 25, not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
I didn’t write much over Christmas. I had plans to work on the novel, but many sick relatives meant focus was needed there.
Back to work today with 5k paid words due this week. Going to be tough. Hopefully, by the end of it, I’ll feel like a writer again.
Imposter syndrome 👀
In a few days, I will be 50.
Looking forward to:
1. Beginning the descent into a grumpy old man.
2. Taking out an over-50s pension plan and getting the free gift.