Woke up this morning with a bad case of the Fear. It comes on from time to time; more frequently than usual these days with all the upheaval that’s going on. Signs include biting my fingernails until they bleed, lethargy, flitting between browser tabs looking for the one thing to read that will make me feel better, and a low-down feeling in my gut that there are a million other things I should be doing right now.
The Fear is not conducive to actually doing anything. When absolutely necessary, I can power through, but that leads to a splitting headache and exhaustion.
Definitely not the right frame of mind for writing, but I did no words yesterday for NaNoWriMo so I really feel like I need to catch up. There’s no point in being a writer unless I’m going to put words on paper on a regular basis. And I know myself too well; if I start to slip, a day or two off will quickly turn into “that thing I used to do”.