medical issues and life stress have brought me back to a place I hadn’t expected to return to: a rampant insomnia that has left me dazed. the last time I had this, it pushed me to quit my job with no other employment in place. what will it do now, I wonder?
because, despite the strangely underwater feeling of these days, the forgetfulness and how I end up sitting for long stretches staring at nothing, thinking nothing . . . despite all this, I have been knocking out 2000 words a day on the secret project. 2500 today, as it happens. not sure I want to know what this all means, because having a process that thrives on stress is not a recipe for long-term health, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth either. I was reviewing my WIP list and I’ve got about a gazillion words I want to write this year. any step forward right now is a step forward.