Over the past three week-ends I did something I haven't done for a very long time.
I wrote a book.
It's not a very long book, and it's not a novel. It's not even fiction. One chapter at the beginning needs to be written yet. I still have to add the illustrations.
Right now the hand-written (very) rough draft totals about 8,000 words, give or take a couple thousand. I didn't really count, and my estimate might be low . . . or high. I've transcribed about half of it into MS Word, editing and adding as I go. That portion of it is about 6,200 words, with the one chapter still missing 90% of its needed text. I'm guessing the final version will run to 12,000 words or so. Roughly.
When I uploaded that 6,200 word partial into KDP last night on a draft/test run, it had exactly two typos. And I hadn't even run the MS Word spell check, or done any proofreading.
I do not expect to get rich off this book; it's very much a niche item for which maybe there isn't any market. Not even for one copy.
But what matters to me most right now is that there's no anger in it.
I can't tell you how tired I am of being angry.