I attempted to open my picture file yesterday and went into a spaztastic breakdown. So I shut it in order to breathe again.
Later I took a nap. When I was almost asleep, I started to think about the last chapter I edited and everything that I needed to fix. Again. Because my not-quite-there brain knew it wasn't good enough. That left me fighting a panic attack.
And last night, when I wanted to shut off my mind? I tried to read. Uh, yeah. I can't concentrate through a page.
So what does this tell you?
There are reasons that this blog is dead. haha.
I have to get away from this book for a while and decompress. Steven and I going on a date tonight (with friends). Phew. I hope it's enough to clear my head so that I can start next week fresh.
Of course, I am working this morning. Because I can't waste an entire day. The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can have my life back.