Today, another of my publishers announced it will close its doors some time later this year. It's not quite as hard-hitting as the first one--I only have one solo title and eight collaborative titles there--but it's just more to consider at this point. Is the universe trying to tell me something? Especially since two hours afterward, I got notification of a new group nearby that's going to do indie movies.
What kills me is that just this morning, I'd finally settled on what my writing plan was going to be. I was feeling in control. And now this.