It’s worrying your fingers while you wait for the dentist to come back and give you Novocaine for a wisdom tooth withdrawal.
It’s being the last group to perform in a series of short plays, and realizing you can’t remember your first line the second you get on stage.
It’s walking down the hall to find your basement door open, and then it hits you: where did you last see the cat? Did it get out?!
It’s the ticking clock in the back of your mind, counting down the days to when you move out for good. It’s wondering if it’ll really be alright, or if you’re just opening the door for something waiting in the wings.
I’m this close to finishing the prequel short story draft for my news friends, which I avoided all weekend because sad things are tough to write, and I wanted to get it right the first time. (I’ll be talking more about this, and some other changes I’m making, in the next news issue.)
Oh, and there’s also been progress with book edits. Somehow, they’re making it through all my efforts at procrastination.
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