The weather is unsettled and so am I. Spectacular thunderstorms, blooming shrubs, sunny days, sullen days, warm, cold, windy, rain, and that’s just this morning.
My brain is equally disordered. Sit down and work on freelance stuff. Go for a walk, depending on weather. Work on the MS. Feel like a genius, giddy, this book might be finished at some point. Hit the bottom. So much work left to do.
I’ve tried distracting myself with printing The Fucker out and buying brightly colored pens to mark it up. I’ve worked, despaired, taken a nap, raged, worked, and despaired.
Tell me I’m not alone. What’s your chaos?