You're writing along, la-de-da-de-dah, all happiness and sunshine. Life is good. Unicorns are romping. Your manuscript is quite possibly one of the best you've ever written.
Then you get an email from an author buddy. They just landed a $20k book deal. At first, you're high-fivin' and fist-bumpin' and even tossing in a hip-check for congratulations.
But after the celebratory pat on the back for your buddy, two ugly demons perch on each side, right there on your shoulders, talons drawing blood. Their names? Jealousy and doubt.
