I don't know why, but when things go well I feel that someone ought to hoist the equivalent of hurricane blow flags because I'm going to tank it.
I cannot manage to do well when it is calm and perfect and quiet and I have enough time and ...
I do better when I'm tired and have other things I should do and ...
I'm a self-handicapper. I'm good in crisis. I'm absolute shit in when status quo is the order.
To quote Stimpy: MUST PUSH RED BUTTON!
So, I did figure some things out today. That's progress. However, the piles and piles of words that should have resulted, not so much.
Hope you are keeping your fingers off the buttons of self-sacrifice. I know you're writing.
Keep a weather eye out, just in case.