So, I am a liar. That’s what I am. I must be. Or crazy. Or both. I have lost track as to how many times I have said that I was leaving the book alone. How many times have I said, “I’m done?” Even I don’t believe me anymore.
I’ve known me for a long time now, and I know that I hate to leave things lying dormant – for any period of time. And that’s what I was doing. This in itself was greatly contributing to my depression.
More ups and downs, but I managed to finally leave the book alone, which means I am done with it. For now anyway. It’s basically out of my hands.