Am not feeling too chipper.
Website is up, have written a heap for it, have had postcards printed, started sending them off to agenty-types in that London. Am going to sign up for NaNoWriMo, which involves writing a 50,000 word novel in a month, and takes place in November.
This seems like the kind of thing a proper, real and actual person would do. Not NaNoWriMo, although yes, that too, but in general the whole following the dream, trying to make it and be successful, imagining people would actually want to read what you write is... overwhelming when you only had 4 hours of sleep last night.
Expect a slightly out of focus iPhone picture of my new postcards, professionally laid out on my keyboard, the north and south wallpaper just visible on the screen. In case you were wondering, it's of Mr Thornton looking cross in a mill.
I'm going to go to bed now. I think that's the best thing to do, will feel better in the morning.