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Lots has happened in the last 30 days, and while I’m not interested in going into it, I will say my reactions are…. different than what most people expected.

Right now, my mentally state is on a slow but certain downward spiral. I’m flailing around to find something to do other than write, which is odd-i expected this kind of stress to kick my writing into high gear as a coping mechanism, but I guess my brain has other ideas.

Non-productive ideas. Which pisses me off. I finally get my own workspace, I finally can lock the door and have physical boundaries to dramatically lessen the interruptions and distractions. I have space to pull out a distraction, work on it for a bit, then just leave it be. I don’t have to spend an hour setting everything up to work on writing or one of my many distractions, be interrupted every 20 minutes, and then spend a hour shutting down and cleaning up my temporary space to make room for common use, but while I’m glad to have my own space, my head doesn’t want to be there.

What the hell? This is so unfair. I’ve got everything I’ve always said I needed, but now my brain checks out?

About the only good thing in this month is that I’ve got fodder for writing.

If my brain ever starts working again.

Check out the Insecure Writer’s Support Group to see more writers dish about their concerns, their solutions to various problems, or apathetically consider their ceiling for hours at a time.