The Mad Cackles

I’m completely stuck.

The blurb for Hard Water has me and will not let me go.

I can not write this thing.

I can’t.

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?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe