Oh God, oh God, oh God. Breathe.
This morning I sent the first six chapters of my novel off to an agent to get the ball rolling for this year’s round of “getting stuff done”. It counts, right?
I can’t help feeling a bit like Simon Pegg’s geekalicious Tim Bisley in Spaced in the episode where he submits his portfolio to Darkstar comics.
I just hope this doesn’t happen: