I always carry this inside me, somewhere in a deep dark corner, but once in a while it decides to come up and make me scrunch up my face and sit and cry like a baby. 

I'm not making enough money with my writing to be able to pay all those who help me make my books happen.  

Right now I have to wait for Siren Suicides (Second Edition) to be reformatted after receiving the printed proof and discovering that the text was a little too wide, and Stuart is busy with a project that he's doing for a paying client, and I JUST CRIED MY EYES OUT because I can't adequately pay for the amazing work that he is doing for me and I have to wait when he has free time.  

There is more.