Guys...and gals...and nonbinaries...all y'all: I am cautiously optimistic. The sickness, maybe, maaayybbeee...was only a 24-hour affair. Man, last night I was siiiicckk. Big time. Woke up in the middle of the night and my throat was so painful, I thought I was coming...

I'm definitely sick. There is no worse feeling (just go with the hyperbole, folks) than that very early feeling of getting sick. Today, it was that fatigue-achy dryness that came first. Where suddenly, I felt exhausted, and everything hurt a little. It was the sore...

The pressure of not having figured something out in my story is intense, sometimes. It's a great big fear that's so big, it's too overwhelming to touch. It feels like hopelessness. So, most of the time, I bury it away or run from it...which serves me, I suppose....