It’s strange how it is sometimes, how there is suddenly an epic tiredness that overcomes almost everything, and somehow wipes out all the good things that have happened in a day. When the tiredness could very reasonably be that glowing satisfied tiredness at the end of a long, busy and happy day – which I have had – and is actually an overwhelming tiredness that seems to track down every low moment you have ever had and feed it to you along with the certainty that nothing will ever be any good.

Well that makes me feel better. There is nothing like catching yourself in a puddle of self-pity, especially when it is absolutely uncalled for, unreasonable and generally bollocks.

Now I can sleep happy and wake up and keep on doing what I am doing tomorrow, which is exactly what I want to do, which is write and market my writing. And begin to make money from my writing. That first pay cheque is coming soon, and I’m looking forward to it, and all the others that will come flooding in afterwards.