I think I was temporarily posessed by demons last night. I feel like I regressed back to age 19, and not in a good way. Now today, although I feel fine, I don’t feel like doing anything at all. Grumble.
This morning I allowed myself to go into complete panic and anxiety mode over the next deadline for my book. I almost stressed myself out to the point of vomitting. That’s pretty good work. I’m a talented stresser. Now I am ready to go forward. Just keep typing, just keep typing, just keep typing.