Flagging

The last couple weeks have been very low energy. It crossed my mind to punch a post up here a few times, but the thought always turned to dust and trickled into dark recesses. Not so much a matter of forgetting as setting the thought on a shelf an gazing longingly at it. Never a fun place to be, let me tell you.

Routine has been a little lackluster, as well. The wonderful nature of normal depression plus seasonal depression. It's like a moth-eaten blanket wet with all the snow and ice we've been getting. Bare minimum I've been able to maintain my writing every day. The working out and reading almost seem to take turns. I'm struggling to keep all three going at once.

Another contributing factor might be where I'm at in the current book. It's making me anxious whenever I sit down to write. Something three chapters in a row of me being on edge just while writing it. There's going to be a bit of a cooldown before it ramps again, but man has it been stressful. I feel like it shouldn't be. Maybe I'm just attached to all my imaginary friends. Hurts to make them hurt. Not that it's going to stop me, but it does make the process a little painful sometimes.

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