I missed my deadline and that’s okay.

Over the last week or so I’ve been agonising over one thing in regards to my writing. I started this year with a 12-month plan of when and what I would be doing, including when various books would be released. As you can no doubt infer from the title of this article, through a combination of life, fear and depression I missed the first few of those deadlines. The 100k first draft of my upcoming pirate novel is 43k words…