I’m not going to say much in this week’s update, because I don’t have much positive to say.
This week’s word count sucks.
I’m really feeling the loss of my personal space. I don’t have a private place any more for writing in, and I feel decreasingly “safe” in the space that I have. My most productive sessions these days are the 10-minute blasts I get on the bus home from my day job.
I took some anti-anxiety drugs on Friday night, and I slept for 42 hours.
I’m so bummed out.