Sometimes in my writing process, I get so frustrated I feel my chest tighten up. I know the cause and I know it won't last long, but it happens.
I am so passionate about writing that when I get a little bit of time to write, I feel like all my thoughts need to line up in the exact minutes I'm given. I feel the need to make my writing perfect. That all the adrenaline I get with ideas finds a perfect harmony with pen and paper. However, this is never the case.
Hence, chest tightens up.
Today, I continued to write chapter 3 in my book project. I got a little farther than yesterday, but still no harmony. Ugh!
I guess persistence is my next topic.