sometimes I get sad that I’ve not got several essays planned for substack, & wonder if I’m not doing enough.

then I remember I’m in the middle of writing three books, preparing one for querying, editing another, recording/editing/soundscaping a podcast, & have a whole patreon where I’m writing two stories per month about the moon.

then I remember, again, that I have multiple disabilities, & needn’t hold myself to exhausting standards when I have limited use of my hands.

perhaps I don’t have to hold myself to such impossible standards.

perhaps I just need to share my work & let it speak for itself.