Not in a great head space again today and can only blame myself. I’ve got to get serious about hacking into this head of mine and so need to get serious about sleep. How can I convince myself that it’s not a great idea to keep reading way past midnight? Makes sense intellectually but then the night comes around and I’m reading and noting down ideas and exposing myself to all that artificial light from the Kobo and the iPhone and completely fucking up my melatonin levels. I don’t know if I’ll ever work myself out. I am happy that I’m getting in my writing time every day, even when I don’t feel like it. I’m at that stage already where I am having ‘I’m certain this book is total shit’ attacks. But I know enough now to push it aside and write anyway. There will be a thread in this book somewhere and it’ll appear to me eventually. But only if I keep writing, keep digging, every day.