I have a fiery little ball of stress that radiates between my shoulder blades, and it is very difficult to quell. When you work all day in a soul-sucking corporate BS kind of job, it is really tough to come home and churn out the words. In fact, I spend most of my night trying to relax so I can visit the awesome land of fiction writing in the first place.
It’s a vicious cycle.
Today was so wretched that nothing seems to be soothing the fiery ball of stress. Oh well, all I can do is write through the pain, I guess, and hopefully, I will achieve victory in a first draft of this week’s episode of Scurvytown.
Diving into Scurvytown now, hoping the waters are relaxing, warm, and not actually pee. You never know in Scurvytown!