That late night/early morning curse where you think of some perfect plot twist, but after you realise you need to pee the thought is forever gone.
The moment when a family member tells you how cool it is that you are an author and then instantly mentions George Martin.
That wonderful time between sleeping and waking when your sales don’t matter and you are dancing nude in a field full of fluffy bunnies.
That moment when Amazon’s KDP screen freaks out and it appears all you have are refunds. Ten thousand of them.
When you suddenly realise no one else in the room has an imagination. (And they are all taller than you.)
That awkward moment when your family thinks that having a child named Dumbledore doesn’t fit in with the Jack and Martha you already have at home.
(Only authors can understand.)