Had a torrid time recently; nothing new in the life of a writer.
Spiralled down to my lowest ebb after publisher wrecked new cover due to a ‘printing press error’. As with many customer complaints, the publisher first denied any responsibility, shifting the blame to me. After providing evidence of the vast disparity between proof and final cover, the publisher finally agreed to reprint.
The downshot was the gross inconvenience; the lost promotional opportunities that had been pre-booked, and of course, the consequent depression of having a whole time frame thrown out of whack. Delivery is expected today, so at last I can focus properly on new tasks ahead.
Sometimes the smallest problems seem like ‘the end of the world’ whereas in reality, they are merely a small glitch. However, one small glitch often conceives another 100.